His vision abruptly blurred, followed by a familiar spell of the world spinning around him.
When he opened his eyes again, what greeted him was an exceedingly soft, soothing light...
Chen Heng stirred inwardly and looked around. This place had mountains and waters, its expanse so vast that he could hardly see its boundaries.
Vines and trees obscured the landscape, lofty boughs coiled through the sky, and layers of shade hung like curtains. Dense trees cast deep shadows, their secluded, precipitous forms reaching toward the clouds.
The sound of water rang out from the bamboo valleys, swift and fierce, surging and roaring.
Seen from afar, streams of crystalline white silk seemed to fly down from a corner of the sky, their spray curling back in showers of shattered jade and leaping pearls...
Gazing at this scene from afar, Chen Heng felt a faint tremor of awe and could not help clapping his hands in admiration.
Whether the plants and wooded ridges or the mist and streams-even the shrill cries and calls of the apes-none were natural things. They were merely manifestations of sword intent.
Yet in Chen Heng's eyes, all of it seemed utterly real.
It differed in no way from the sights of the Present World.
He could discern nothing unusual...
This was the fourth level of the Formless Lie Sword Cave, corresponding to the Fourth Sword Dao Realm in the Present World-Body and Sword as One!
The greatest abilities of the world's sword cultivators lay not only in their boundless killing power, but, more importantly, in their extraordinary mobility: they could fight or leave.
When facing an opponent, if their abilities fell short and they could not prevail for the moment, they could simply unleash Sword Escape and flee in an instant, leaving their enemy unable to catch