Above the long river, the heaven-and-earth divine beast that resembled both turtle and snake let out a violent howl. The light of the innate Eight Trigrams across its body collapsed, yet a ring of crimson and blue qi emerged. Within it floated two pill pearls, one crimson and one blue, like water and fire forming a massive vortex that spun outward, trying to swallow the twelve-colored pearls whole.
Yet it had no effect at all.
The Twelve Heavens Mind-Image Sword Art corresponded to twelve states of mind. Unless one's Dao heart was flawless and one had seen the source of the Great Dao, remaining immovable in heart amid all transformations, one could naturally resist such bizarre Mind Sword Arts. But if one harbored evil thoughts, countless flaws would appear beneath the Mind Sword Art. The five aggregates and seven emotions could all be wielded by the sword art, injuring the soul and Primordial Spirit.
Rumble! Rumble!
Crimson and blue qi erupted across the sky, stirring up monstrous demon qi. Yet beneath the interweaving twelve-colored sword lights, this Black Warrior Primordial Spirit had already been riddled like a sieve. In moments, its aura grew weaker and weaker, leaving only two dim sparks of spiritual light afloat.
Yang Huai had deliberately spared its life. Otherwise, had he truly struck without restraint, its Black Warrior Primordial Spirit would already have been slain.
Yang Huai's true body appeared above the long river. Layers of innate Golden God divine radiance manifested around him, while an illusory spiritual ring emerged behind his head. At the same time, a slender strand of sword qi in his palm descended onto the turtle's and snake's heads.
"Submit to me, and you will have your own fortune in the future. If you remain stubborn and refuse to change, I will