In that instant when the chunks of bright red flesh shattered.
Jiang Ding felt something and cast his gaze into the distant cosmic starry sky, spanning millions of miles, he saw a scene.
In the cold starry sky, on a meteorite.
An old man with yellowed, tangled hair lay on the ground, a golden blazing flying sword pinned him from his chest to the meteorite, immobilizing him completely.
However, eerily, despite this, it didn't hinder him from transforming spiritual energy from the void chaos to replenish and heal himself with a trace of Refining Nothingness essence.
This scene had persisted for over a thousand years!
The old man had been locked here for a thousand years, unable to move at all, tormented day and night by the terrifying heat of destructive Sword Qi, his Divine Soul and flesh seared, unable to live or die, ceaselessly wailing day and night, driven nearly to madness.
