bullyxtreme Chapter 2067 - 2098: This Is Dao
Chapter 2067 - 2098: This Is Dao
The stabbing force of these sharp swords instantly made Ye Feng, who was at the very center, feel a surge of death aura.In that moment, his body was covered with countless cracks, spreading out like a spider web, enveloping everything around him.
These spreading cracks, within a half breath, even entangled his soul.
While this was happening, Ye Feng was very anxious. He realized that under such powerful attacks, he couldn't resist at all.
He felt a sense of powerlessness.
He sensed the shadow of life and death enveloping him completely, and as he clearly felt all this, Ye Feng's heart and soul trembled.
Outside the sword array, the white-haired old man and the goat-bearded cultivator perceived clearly what was happening inside, and their extremely unsightly expressions finally showed a slight change.
As the change unfolded, their anxious hearts finally calmed down.
Their demeanor became much more tranquil and peaceful.
They closed their eyes and devoted themselves wholeheartedly to the slaughter of Ye Feng.
When they just closed their eyes, their brows furrowed, and then suddenly reopened their eyes.
In their eyes, all was filled with shock.
As these terrifying divine lights rolled out, they surged like a tide, covering their faces and bodies.
Their gaze towards the sword array changed once again, and their mouths tasted sweet as blood spewed forth consecutively.
They exclaimed in shock, "How is this possible."
As they spoke these words, they clearly saw Ye Feng, amidst the sword array, facing countless sharp swords, sitting cross-legged there.
And his eyes remained tightly shut.
Upon sitting down, Ye Feng entered a state of meditation like a Buddha, while golden light emitted astonishingly around him.
These rays surrounded him, giving him the appearance of a monk who just entered the mortal world.
A relatively peculiar vast power appeared on his body, weak in intensity, yet upon emerging, the light and might emitted from the stabbing swords weakened significantly.
Looking at this, the goat-bearded cultivator and the white-haired old man were instantly dumbfounded, followed by great astonishment.
"This, this is...," the white-haired old man was shocked and stammered, trying to say something but ultimately uttered nothing.
The goat-bearded cultivator, although silent, showed everything he felt on his face, revealing his thoughts at that moment.
After a dozen breaths, the goat-bearded cultivator finally had a realization and speculated, "This is the Dao."
Simple as those three words were spoken by the goat-bearded cultivator, he exuded a sense of powerlessness.
His complexion, which just improved, became even more unsightly; his entire being showing fatigue, some resentment, and a trace of regret.
Meanwhile, when the white-haired old man heard those three words, his heart quivered, feeling a strong wave surge through his body, trapping his entire being in a cycle of death.
The light in his eyes dimmed, losing its brilliance.
He felt himself weakening all over, his heart growing deathly."
Everything on him gave him the sensation of stepping into the abyss of death.
"This, it's actually the Dao."
The white-haired old man mumbled, resembling an old man nearing death.
These words spread quietly, immersing into the abyss, scattered within the perpetual, endless galactic river.
"A mere Lord of the sixth level, even having dropped to the cultivation of the fifth level Lord, how could he comprehend the Dao? The Dao is a step harder to grasp than the Divine Country World; how could he achieve this? How is it possible? It's impossible, how could he do it?"
The white-haired old man stared blankly ahead, at Ye Feng within the sword array, at that figure sitting cross-legged, who the surrounding swords couldn't harm in any way, mumbling to himself.
Each word from the white-haired old man's mouth carried a hint of bleakness and a touch of poignancy.
He hadn't thought that as things seemed to come to fruition, Ye Feng suddenly understood the Dao at the final moment.
This Dao, aside from nature, ranked as the highest Daoist skill beneath the heavens. With its emergence, even the heavens would feel reverent.
Now, this unspeakably powerful Daoist skill had been comprehended by Ye Feng.
No matter how it was said, it was an incredible event, one hard to believe, inducing a sense of despair.
Regardless, Ye Feng had entered that realm of enlightenment; both the goat-bearded cultivator and the white-haired old man believed that once Ye Feng emerged from that state, they would surely die.
Such was their fundamental understanding of the Daoist skill's power, their basic fear towards it.
Both fell into contemplation and despair.
That cold death aura, enveloping their bodies, stirred a desire to die.
It cloaked them in an aura of death.
"Regardless of whether this is the Dao, I, the old man, cannot die. For countless years, I have pursued an even stronger realm; how can I just die here? Even if I must abandon everything now, I cannot die, cannot die, cannot die." The white-haired old man raised his head. As his white hair moved without wind, his face was filled with ferocity, with a yearning for life and a mad pursuit of progress.