Inside the Four Profound Arhats Formation.
Countless golden Sanskrit characters filled the sky, transforming into butterflies and bees, attempting to drill into Luo Mi's body.
Clang!
A clear and melodious sword cry suddenly emanated from the snow-white scabbard lying across her knees.
Then...
One by one, the golden Sanskrit characters in the void were shattered.
"Master..."
A worried voice sounded from the snow-white immortal sword.
"The Sanskrit sounds fill the ears, the Buddha's seal enters the heart... It suits my intentions."
In Luo Mi's eyes, reflections of two golden Sanskrit characters seemed to appear: "Such pressure... perhaps it can force me to take the final step, to truly succeed in cutting the path..."
This woman is a true sword cultivator, treating such a crisis as her sharpening stone!
"Don't worry, Master... I will definitely activate that treasure at the right moment."
The sword spirit transmitted.
Although Luo Mi is a sword immortal and has half-heartedly fallen into such a situation, she is not reckless, but has left herself a safety net.
Actively engaging in battle with the Sanskrit meanings to hone her own sword intent.
This crucial last resort is naturally entrusted to the sword spirit, prepared to be used at the most dangerous moment.