"I don't know if it's because I provoked the illusion of the Wuji Divine Monarch before."
"By the last ten tiers, even with the Gale Boots on Xia Feng's feet, he felt like he could barely move an inch."
"He struggled to lift his leg, and then, like Dongfang Qingcang below, he couldn't step up no matter what."
"He took a deep breath and, for the first time, began to wield the Great Dao around him."
"Holding the Heaven-Burying Sword, the first to merge with him naturally was the Great Dao of Celestial Sword."
"A streak of soaring Sword Qi rose from him, propelling him with irresistible force straight to the ninety-first tier."
"But once on the ninety-first tier, the Great Dao of Celestial Sword within him could no longer be retracted."
"He could feel that if he withdrew the Great Dao of Celestial Sword, he would immediately be toppled down by the pressure of the Wuji Divine Monarch."
"At that point, how many tiers he would fall was beyond Xia Feng's control."
