Ling Xiao's body was currently like a garden ravaged by a violent storm—a complete mess. His Nascent Soul looked wretched and listless. The Protective True Qi had long since vanished without a trace, and the Demon Blood Red Lotus Sword in its tiny hand was dull and dim, looking battered and broken.
Ling Xiao's entire body was like a Divine Weapon that had been forged through a thousand trials, only to be thrown back into the furnace and have a perfectly good treasure kneaded into a mangled wreck.
In contrast, the colossal dharma image within Ling Xiao's Sea of Consciousness was like a deity, brilliant and splendid, radiating boundless light!
And from the outside, Ling Xiao himself had long since fallen unconscious.
Ling Xiao felt as if he were trapped in a strange space where there seemed to be no concept of time, no day or night. He just floated there, suspended silently in the air, looking down below.
