Watching the Xunfeng Swords shatter one after another under the impact of Primordial Creation, Jiang Yu stood where he was, feeling little emotion.
The outcome was just as he had expected.
Knowing full well that his current self was merely a product of his companions' wills within the Dream of Taiyi, blocking a move like this was still a bit beyond him.
After all, he was not his real self. No matter how powerful the others believed he ought to be, he could not break through those inherent limitations.
But that was no big deal. Though completely blocking this Primordial Creation was difficult, protecting everyone through this wave of attacks was still well within his capabilities.
Besides, it's been so long. Wherever my real self is, he should have found a way to solve this by now, right?
Jiang Yu thought as he did his best to maintain the last Xunfeng Sword Formation.
He was still quite confident-in himself.
Then Jiang Yu stepped forward and looked back at the Astral Express Crew. "As I am now, the sword formation alone isn't quite enough to block this move. Wait a moment. I'll be back soon."
With that, Jiang Yu gently waved his hand. The Xunfeng Sword Formation abruptly shrank, enclosing the Astral Express Crew within it. He moved outside, summoning the wind into a barrier before him and diverting the vast majority of the head-on impact toward himself.
Bearing the brunt of Primordial Creation was undoubtedly painful, but it was nothing much to Jiang Yu. His tolerance for pain was remarkably high.
After all, every time he fought seriously, his entire body felt as though it were being torn apart. He was used to it.
"Ah... I knew it. I really couldn't hold out..."
During Primordial Creation's final stage, Jiang Yu