"The tall building stands grandly, while I am but dust."
Yu Lingdi's state of mind seemed to have an additional layer of cracks as he gazed at the black figure at the pinnacle of the solitary building, feeling inexplicably humble.
He felt that such a solitary and lofty figure could be considered truly a giant, someone who could stand at the pinnacle of the world.
As for himself, a mere lackey, even if he possessed the power of the Upanishad, he was merely a Sovereign. There was still far from reaching the unattainable realm of sanctification and ancestral recognition.
"One sword."
In the hall of the solitary building, the defiant figure slightly turned his head, his eyes cold.
Just as he said, with a single move of the Heart Sword Technique, countless demon spirits converged and ruthlessly cut into Yu Lingdi's spiritual body, completely shattering his will.
The fantasy realm was eternal.
The real world was merely a blink of an eye.
