Of course, Shenyin understood this as well.
Daoist Taiwei intended to wear him down alive.
First there had been that unknown Mystic Sect Other Shore, and now there was Supreme Clarity Daoist.
There were likely more methods waiting for him ahead.
He knew full well why they were doing this.
It was to prevent him from making the desperate struggle of a trapped beast and damaging the foundations of the All-Heaven Star Sea.
This was an open scheme.
Yet though he knew it was an open scheme, he had no choice but to walk into the jar.
Even knowing that they wished to use battle after battle to gradually bleed away his momentum and exhaust every last bit of his Dao practice and methods, he had no choice but to accept this outcome.
Because he truly had a sliver of hope.
That sliver of hope lay in the ancient Heavenly Emperor Palace, in the God of Time, Torch Dragon.
The Immortal-Slaying Sword, Immortal-Trapping Sword, Immortal-Exterminating Sword, and Immortal-Killing Sword transformed into four tangible innate sword pillars, while countless four-colored sword lights poured in from every direction like a torrential downpour.
"Hiss! Hiss!"
The phantom white lotuses evolved from the Twelfth-Grade Pure World White Lotus grew slower and slower, as though the entire lotus were gradually being coated in layer upon layer of four-colored frost and snow.
At the same time, streaks of Qingping Sword light followed Supreme Clarity Daoist's approaching figure, piercing through the Twelfth-Grade Pure World White Lotus's protective divine radiance and punching through Shenyin's chest, sword qi stained with blood.
Supreme Clarity Daoist's calm voice carried over.
"Shenyin, you should still have one or two supreme treasures from the Heavenly Emperor Palace. Bring them out as well, or I fear you will have no chance to use them