Chapter 67

Within the barrier, it felt like a self-contained purgatory. Li Wuhen's cross-legged figure trembled violently amidst the tearing forces of blood-red and jade-colored light, every shudder wringing a groan of agonizing protest from his bones. The Guixu Sword hummed and roared before his knees like a red-hot branding iron, the dark red marking along its spine writhing like a revived venomous snake, spewing forth the final and purest malevolent source of the Broken Blade of Xingtian—an accumulation of ten thousand years of resentment, tyranny, and destructive will, sufficient to incinerate the Dao foundation of a Golden Immortal! This torrent of malevolence was surging along the hilt, frantically assaulting the barriers of Li Wuhen's Sea of Consciousness. Within his Sea of Consciousness, monstrous waves of blood already surged! Mountains of corpses and seas of blood rolled and churned, skeletons of gods and demons floated and sank, and countless phantoms of shattered weapons shrieked and pierced through the bloody waves, every impact delivering pain as acute as the slow flaying of his soul. Li Wuhen's Sword Heart—that indestructible sword of will tempered through countless days and nights—was being furiously battered by the bloody waves, its surface covered in spiderweb-like cracks, emitting a teeth-gritting lament as if it were about to shatter completely at any moment!