Countless beads of blood burst one after another with soft pops, as though a torrential rain had fallen over the sea.
The Heavenly Access Killing Formation slowly wore away like a gigantic stone statue eroded by wind and rain, shrinking until it finally crumbled into nothing.
The process looked simple, but it had in fact approached the essential power of time-or a miracle.
When the Heavenly Access Killing Formation dispersed on the sea breeze, only a few dozen breaths had passed since that sword light arrived, but for the sword light, who knew how many days had passed.
Jing Jiu reappeared, treading the waves, his white robes fluttering lightly, yet without his usual air of immortal intent.
His white robes were riddled with holes, their hems shredded into strands. He looked like a beggar, utterly bedraggled.
He was in terrible condition as well, his face pale and full of exhaustion.
A great wave rose from the sea, and Giant reached the edge of the Sea Waterfall in a single step.
He looked at the lingering aura of the Heavenly Access Killing Formation in the sky, his face filled with shock, then tucked the enormous tree beneath his arm and applauded Jing Jiu repeatedly in praise.
Gales howled between his enormous palms, stirring up several more great waves.
Jing Jiu waved a hand.
Giant came to his senses, pointed at his own head, and looked at him questioningly.
He was asking whether something had gone wrong with Jing Jiu's head; otherwise, why would he do things he would never have done before?
Naturally, Jing Jiu would not explain matters such as morning light and the Great Dao. He waved again, preparing to leave.
Even more puzzled, Giant pointed into the Great Whirlpool, indicating that the sea was still pouring into the