Sealed Spirit Forbidden Domain, within the Black Stone Holy City.
Dari Swordsman sat cross-legged, with a longsword thrust into the ground beside him, eyes closed in cultivation, ignoring the chaos of the outside world.
The younger brother of the Black Prison Saint Son distantly kept his place, exhausted, drifting into unconscious sleep.
He dared not get too close, nor too far away, his Divine Soul constantly depleting, leading him as a Harmonization Cultivator to become lethargic, escaping reality, preferring to wait in dreams for the final outcome to arrive.
He could only hope the Black Prison Saint Son would slay this Sword Madman, rescuing him back.
Boom!
