Biyou Heaven.
Clouds and mist stretched like a sea, azure waves spanning myriad acres. Palaces floated above the sea of clouds.
The Nine Swords Immortal Lord lounged on a meditation cushion, wine jug in hand. Watching the scene in the Ancient Mirror, he suddenly laughed.
"Good! Good! Good!" He said it three times in succession, seized his jug, and took a deep swig. Then he wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, excitement glimmering in his eyes.
"Immortal Lord, he's... so powerful!" Zhou Yun stared at the golden, translucent Dharma Aspect reflected in the Ancient Mirror, her eyes filled with wonder.
"He is indeed!" Nine Swords nodded. "The Immortal-Binding Rope has bound him, locking his Primordial Spirit and sealing his cultivation, yet his Dharma Aspect remains completely unaffected. That means his Dharma Aspect is not an Immortal Dao art, but a Martial Dao divine ability. It means he has forged a path-a path of his own. That is truly remarkable."
"Then... Immortal Lord, what will happen to him now?" Zhou Yun asked.
"What will happen? In the future?" the Nine Swords Immortal Lord said. "He will either die or become something even more terrifying than Mo Chen! Back then, when the Martial Saint took that step, he stood unrivaled beneath the heavens, with no one who could match him. But inside a Grotto-Heaven Blessed Land, things were different. His strength fell short, and he was no match for immortals. Under pressure from us, even Mo Chen had to bow his head."
As he spoke, his gaze remained on the figure in the mirror.
"Although Jiang Ning now relies on the might of his Dharma Aspect, he has already reached this level-the limit of what heaven and earth can bear of a being's existence. The strength he displays through