Within the gray, mist-shrouded Ruins.
Inside the Blade Mound's Trial Space, on an endless emerald grassland.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Countless snow-white blade lights surged toward Mo Yun at extreme speed, their power equally terrifying and boundless. As they tore through the air, they seemed to slice space into fragments, like a shattered mirror.
Even with Mo Yun's current reflexes, he could only struggle to hold on against such blade lights.
Of course, the main reason was that only the methods of the Blade Tower's Blade Cultivator lineage could be used within this Trial Space. The many martial arts Mo Yun had mastered were unusable; otherwise, things would have been somewhat easier.
Slash!
A brilliant blade light slipped past Mo Yun's defenses and sliced the top of his skull clean off.
In an instant, red and white spilled across the ground, and Mo Yun collapsed.
But soon, a milky-white ray descended from above the gray clouds, enveloping his mutilated head with a sizzling sound.
About six breaths later, the milky-white light faded, and Mo Yun's head was restored. The piece of skull on the ground and the spilled blood vanished as well.
Mo Yun lay sprawled on the ground, his limbs spread wide like the Chinese character 太, utterly motionless.
He stared speechlessly at the sky, which constantly gave off gray mist, and felt that life was hard.
"Why is this trial so difficult?" Mo Yun no longer felt much like moving.
It was not that he feared difficulty, but dying countless times every day was something he still struggled to get used to.
He had been in the Trial Space for three days.
At first, he had been killed the instant he showed his face. Now, he could last a quarter of an hour before being instantly killed.
There had