The clear light of the Jade Void Dharma-Myself Body suddenly began circulating faster, as though it had swallowed a mighty strength pill. The parts damaged earlier by the flying sword were rapidly recovering, and the recovery kept accelerating.
The flying sword rampaged through the Dharma-Self Body like a wolf charging and a boar stampeding, its speed dropping steadily. This was not a problem with the flying sword itself, but a disparity caused by the Dharma-Self Body's extraordinary strength.
Tang Yan was in excellent spirits. He loved seeing enemies look as though they hated him yet could do nothing about him. Watching the flying sword dart about somewhat aimlessly, he knew the Sword Cultivator had finally realized the danger and was starting to leap over the wall like a cornered dog?
"Getting anxious? Will that help? My offer stands: obey my Dao pact, and I'll spare your life. There's really nothing embarrassing about it. Here in this Small Grotto-Heaven Small World, heaven knows, earth knows, you know, and I know. If neither of us says anything, who else will find out?
"You'll still be a Quanzhen Disciple in the prime of your youth, a genius Sword Cultivator who held his own against a Constellation True Disciple for hours without defeat. I'm not asking you to betray your master and ancestors, nor to sell out your friends for glory. Just make things convenient when the occasion arises. Why let it bother you?
"Decades of cultivating the Dao, countless years of sleeping on brushwood and tasting gall, and the great path to everlasting life lies right before you. Is it worth abandoning all that merely for so-called pride?"
The flying sword suddenly burst apart, and the Sword Cultivator's true body appeared within the Body Heaven and Earth. He swung his sword in vain,