Shen Luo's eyes flashed like lightning as he swiftly surveyed the surroundings. To his surprise, he discovered that every golden blade followed a different flight path. They crisscrossed one another without interfering, weaving an impenetrable net of blades around him.
Yet despite sensing the razor-sharp aura emanating from the golden blade net, Shen Luo remained calm.
Just as the blades were about to tear him apart, Shen Luo gave a light wave of his hand. A burst of golden light immediately shone before him, and a golden book flew out of thin air. It released countless rays of golden light that swept outward, drawing all the encircling blades into its pages.
Bai Ling's eyes went wide at the sight. With such a treasure, taking me inside should not be a problem. I want to see that mural once more, too.
No sooner had the thought arisen than a fierce whistling suddenly erupted ahead. Countless golden lights appeared once more in the space that had just been cleared, and their number was clearly greater than before.
Golden blades filled the sky as they descended. Golden light pulsed from the book hovering before Shen Luo, sweeping them all away again.
Seizing the chance, Shen Luo darted toward the withered tree in several swift leaps.
Yet the golden blades in this space seemed inexhaustible. As soon as one batch was collected, new blades appeared without pause, twice as numerous as before.
After advancing only a few steps, the golden blades around him had multiplied severalfold. The light from the golden book could no longer take them all in at once.
Left with no choice, Shen Luo pushed the Heavenly Register forward with one hand, sending it ahead of him. With the other, he drew the Zhenhai Refined Iron Rod and unleashed the Heaven-Rending