Humm...
Above Xuanyuan Inner City, the Nine Ancient Swords trembled faintly. Countless rays of brilliant starlight bloomed, swiftly flowing along the positions of the Northern Dipper's nine stars toward the Heavenly Pivot Sword at the handle.
"Stubborn fool, you're courting death!"
Zhu Feng knew the might of the Big Dipper Sword Formation all too well. Without hesitation, he raised the God-Devouring Scepter again. "Setting up a formation before me is like showing off your axe before a master carpenter... Break!"
Boom!
Another two pitch-black beams shot from the tip of the God-Devouring Scepter.
One struck the Heavenly Pivot Sword without the slightest suspense. The newly completed Big Dipper Sword Formation was knocked out of alignment again, and its stellar sword light dispersed before it could fully condense.
The other slammed into Lin Mo's Sea of Consciousness. It was not that he did not want to dodge; a soul attack that locked onto the aura of his Divine Soul was simply impossible to evade!
Boom...
The exact same thing happened again.
The instant the black light pierced him, Lin Mo's Sea of Consciousness collapsed, and his awareness fell silent. It was scarcely any different from death.
Yet countless fine roots immediately extended from the phantom Jianmu Sapling at the center of his Sea of Consciousness, restoring the shattered fragments to their original state in an instant.
The aura of the Jianmu Sapling in his Dantian healed the injuries to the flesh inside his skull. Once again, he had taken a stroll to the gates of death!
"Die a few more times, and you get used to it... Having your body perish and your cultivation vanish isn't actually that frightening."
Atop the Nine-Colored Auspicious Clouds, Lin Mo's footing was slightly unsteady. After swaying a few times, he steadied himself and grinned at