The Vast Sea.
The towering blue-jade Heavenly Stele still shone brightly, utterly unshaken by the earlier battle. Instead, the sword intent in the two characters [Unvast] upon it surged ever higher, its might terrifying.
The sea settled with remarkable speed. The azure currents gradually calmed, and the waves returned to their usual rhythm.
Xu Xuan stood above the sea, silently assessing his injuries. Even after invoking the protection of two spirit artifacts and the Moon Pool method of sheltering his body, he had still suffered considerable harm. Fortunately, the damage was confined to his flesh, and repairing it would not be difficult.
His opponent had not used his full strength. At least, that final punch had been delivered casually. Had he truly taken a fighting stance, perhaps only cultivators of Wu Earth or Victory Gold could have withstood a blow.
Wu Earth was famed for being indestructible as diamond, without leak or flaw, while Victory Gold embodied the fullness of Qian Heaven, its vigor unending. Both were supreme paths of bodily protection. Among Great True Persons, their defensive capabilities alone should surpass blood qi, though they fell short in other respects.
Feng Yan had refined his flesh into something akin to a spirit treasure, spontaneously giving rise to wondrous powers, his blood qi surging in torrents. While others were still invoking divine abilities and forming seals to cast spells, his fist was already upon them.
Moreover, this path possessed supreme wonders when it came to healing oneself. Xu Xuan could already sense the sword intent and calamities he had left behind being dissolved, though he had no idea what means his opponent had employed.
Xu Xuan turned his gaze toward the Heavenly Stele and rode the wind forward. Yet the immense sword intent upon it barred him three yards away,