Shen Lian had been caught in countless difficult situations. However, he had never been in a place as dangerous as now, where death was slowly creeping up on him. His self-divine aura even saw a clear scene flashing by - his physical body would collapse, and his Primordial Spirit would be torn apart by the force of the void. His Five Elements Sword Gleam would not receive any replenishment and would disappear along with this time and space.
He held the Five Elements magical sword as the essence of everything that he had learned surfaced in his heart. He wanted to make his last swing with the sword. In fact, he had been going through all the possibilities, and he thought, 'Perfection does not seem flawless, but it can be used for long. What is full still has a vacancy, but it can be used endlessly.' It was only at extreme moments as such that he could operate his last hint of aura against all odds.