Enveloped in the brilliant radiance of the Divine Artifact Divine Sword, Lin Qiye sped toward the center of the black vortex like a burning Xingchen. The powerful suction, acting like an invisible giant hand, sought to crush him, but the sword's light served as an indestructible shield, protecting him as he pressed forward courageously into the dark vortex.
The surrounding Dark Power surged like towering waves, crashing against him again and again. Each impact felt as though it were tearing his soul from his body, yet not a trace of fear flickered in Lin Qiye's eyes. He could feel the Divine Artifact Divine Sword undergoing a wondrous transformation amidst this baptism of Dark Power. The black patterns on the blade intertwined with the multicolored radiance, forging a new kind of power—one that preserved the original sacred might of the divine artifact while fusing it with the mystery and strength of the Dark Power.
As he penetrated deeper into the black vortex, the surrounding pressure intensified. It was a suffocating oppression that arose from the deepest recesses of the soul, as if the darkness of the entire world had concentrated here to devour him whole. Cracks began to surface on Lin Qiye's body, and blood seeped from his wounds, but he gritted his teeth and persevered. The figures of his companions flashed continuously through his mind; those faces that had spared nothing to protect the world became the driving force that kept him going.
Chapter 119