Under its influence, his headlong flight abruptly stopped.
"Whoosh, whoosh~"
Just then, a faint whistle cut through the air.
A streak of pitch-black spiritual light emerged from the boundless wind and snow, hurtling toward Liu Yu with tremendous force.
On closer inspection, it was a small sword, black from tip to hilt.
Though not as bloody as Blood Sea Devil Lord's sword, one glance made it clear that this was no benign weapon. Its demonic nature was unmistakable.
A demonic sword!
Its might towered like mountains and surged like seas, truly reaching the fourth-tier upper-grade level. It posed a mortal threat to Liu Yu as he was now.
Without question, its owner had to be a Great Cultivator.
You think this will test me?
As his spiritual perception gave a faint warning, this thought suddenly flashed through Liu Yu's mind, even as he remained lost in the illusion.
Gather qi and focus the mind.
Embrace the origin and preserve the one.
His will was firm, unmoved by beauty. He immediately began silently reciting the Sitting in Oblivion Scripture.
At the same time, above the magic power lake in his dantian, the azure Nascent Soul's formerly smiling face turned solemn.
The Nascent Soul formed hand seals, and dazzling radiance suddenly erupted across its body.
Boom!!!
An immensely powerful spirit pressure swept outward with Liu Yu at its center.
In an instant, clarity returned to his eyes, and the light of reason shone within them once more.
Willpower was elusive and intangible, yet its effects were very real.
Just how much it could accomplish in a contest on the spiritual level, however, remained open to debate.
Whether illusions and charm arts succeeded depended decisively on the strength of one's primordial spirit. This was universally acknowledged throughout the Cultivation World.
No matter how