Immortal State?

A golden light surged from Chen Fan's finger when he executed the seventh form: The Mountain River Cut. The light lanced up at the sky's dark prison, threatening to pierce a hole through the final barrier between Earth and Heaven.

The beam of golden energy was not thick but extremely condensed. It's presence unnerved Takemiya Hiro and fear drove him to back away until he reached the other end of the platform. There was nowhere to go, behind him was a few-hundred-meter fall.

Back against the wall, Takemiya Hiro was cornered.

The Japanese Sword Sage snarled at his opponent with the ferociousness unlike ever before. A shining white light beamed out from his eyes as he lifted the blade above his head, forming a line along the tip of the blade to the bottom of his feet. He had become one with the blade, a new level he had never entered, a new domain where all energies collapsed to a singularity inside of him.