Baihui was the meeting point of all yang, connecting to the Heavenly Gate above and the human body below.
This was the bridge through which the human body communed with heaven and earth.
Now that the shackle had been struck, it seemed to receive the support of an invisible force from heaven and earth.
The sword mark on the shackle began to heal, its traces fading.
I can't delay!!
At the sight, Jiang Ning's mind tightened.
Without further hesitation, he drove the sword of his Primordial Spirit to strike three times in rapid succession.
Clang-!
Clang-!!
Clang-!!!
Three strikes fell, each stronger than the last, each ringing louder than the last.
Every strike landed on the same sword mark, deepening it. But he also bore the force of every strike himself.
His skull shook violently, veins bulged at his temples, and golden blood rolled down from between his brows.
Agonizing pain exploded in his mind, leaving him seeing stars, his head swimming and his consciousness blurring.
Those three successive strikes also let him see the shackle teetering on the brink of breaking, with only one final connection remaining.
At the same time, however, an invisible force from outside supported the damaged spot, and it began healing rapidly.
It healed so quickly that he could see it with the naked eye.
His heart tightened, and his mind instantly steadied.
Again-
He shouted inwardly.
Black-and-white mystic light blazed on the sword of his Primordial Spirit as he drove its keen sword intent to the utmost.
Then the sword slammed down.
Boom-!! A thunderous roar rang out, like an exploding thunderbolt.
With that deafening roar, the Baihui shackle shattered inch by inch, golden fragments flying everywhere.
Then a vast presence poured through the Heavenly Gate atop his head, like wisdom poured straight into