The fishy wind of the Return to Void Sea Eye, laden with the stench of blood and metallic salt, whipped across his face like a blunt knife slicing flesh. Chen Mo stood frozen before the icy chains, his body trembling violently like a withered tree in a gale. The blood seeping from his facial orifices looked exceptionally stark against the bleak daylight, and every spasm pulled at a piercing pain deep within the scars on his ribs, as if an icicle were twisting inside.
Deep within his Sea of Consciousness lay a desolate battlefield of utter devastation.
The lingering Nirvana Sword Intent of the Jingyuan Sword was like an unceasing ice storm; billions of invisible ice needles were still wildly piercing and hacking at his crumbling soul. Each cut brought the agonizing, bone-deep pain of *lingchi*. Countless slaughtered fragments of lingering thoughts whined and collided in the storm like sharp shards of glass, leaving behind chaotic wails and desperate echoes.
Chapter 96