There was no resisting it at all-
He could not even buy a moment's delay!
All that remained in place was his body solidifying and exploding, solidifying and exploding, solidifying and exploding!
Blood splattered without end!
After over a hundred cycles of death and rebirth, rebirth and death, Chen Heng had not even covered ten feet.
Always, his awareness would just clear a little, and he would only just recover his own mind from the chaos.
The next instant.
Amid agonizing pain that penetrated his marrow, his vision would plunge violently into darkness again, and he would lose all consciousness.
This was the seventh level of the Formless Lie Sword Cave-Internal and External Are Both Void!
As for the mysteries of this seventh realm of the Sword Dao, never mind sitting quietly to comprehend them; even preserving his life beneath this sword intent was impossible.
Every level of the sword cave took shape from the Sword Qi of a particular realm.
It could be said that every blade of grass and every tree, every grain of sand and mote of dust, every beast and bird in the world before him.
Even the air he breathed into his organs.
Was, in essence, Sword Qi of the seventh realm of the Sword Dao!
Only a strand of Chen Heng's awareness had entered this place, not his true body, and the gap between his second-realm Sword Dao cultivation and the seventh realm could not be measured in miles.
As for the outcome.
It went without saying.
Every time the Sword Qi tore his body apart and burst it into bloody mist, it came with indescribably intense pain.
Even though Chen Heng had killed himself many times in the One True Dharma Realm, he still could not grow accustomed to such horrific torment and