One needed to throw punches after learning fist techniques, and one needed to unleash sword strikes after learning sword techniques.0

No matter what, one needed to stand up and make oneself heard.0

Ding Ying's mind instantly became clear, allowing him to feel completely calm and at ease.0

If he retreated from one sword strike, two sword strikes, and every single sword strike, then where in the world would he end up retreating to? How could he still challenge the heavens?!0

He would treat this young otherworldly immortal—this young boy called Chen Ping'an—as the heavens. After beating this person to death, he would then charge ahead to beat that larger entity to death. At that time, clarity would return to heaven and earth, and the world would welcome a brand new beginning!0

Why don't I, Ding Ying, try my hand at becoming the new heaven?!3

Ding Ying roared with delighted laughter, forming seals with his hands as his soul wandered out of his body. Indeed, his yin soul was surprisingly wandering around the world during the daytime.0

The yin god held a hand behind his back and extended another hand forward, shielding its eyes from the sun as its impassioned voice sounded in the mind's lake of Ding Ying. "Will Ding Ying become more powerful if I vanish from the world?"1

Ding Ying was naturally speaking to himself.0

He didn't say anything with his mouth, but he sneered in his mind, "I have no control over the limit of my cultivation, but I still need to follow the rules. However, my mind can naturally become more powerful. There's no need to speak any more nonsense. What will it matter even if I lose all of my souls and only have my physical body remaining? I'll still live how I need to live, and I'll still do what I need to do."6

A moment later, Chen Ping'an drifted to the ground with Lasting Qi in his hand and a slightly awkward expression on his face.0

As it turned out, Chen Ping'an's breath of True Qi had already been at its limit, stretched to the last of its...0