The nine sharpest Kui Mountains ran from his thigh down to his shin like nine serrated blades. Of all his limbs, this leg felt the most powerful to Li Tianming. Lanhuang's enormous body had been compressed into it, giving it a density more terrifying than any Ghost God's and a frightening hardness to match. If he struck someone with a full-force kick, their flesh would split open and they would go flying!
His other leg, the left, was covered in flowers, grass, and vines. It was somewhat weaker, yet it felt no less balanced than the right. Xianxian had too many tricks for that. The black roots on Li Tianming's foot plunged straight into the ground and spread outward, capable of reaching across millions of meters. At any moment, he could grow like the Origin World Tree!
Xianxian's spirit form appeared as a pattern in the Sacred Light Rose, a plump, adorable sleeping beauty. She was awake; the calamity simply hurt too much. Curled up, she sobbed softly and endured it in silence.
"Xianxian!" Li Tianming called through the searing pain.
"Little Li..." Xianxian opened her eyes, brimming with tears. Her hands trembled as she touched Li Tianming's astral particles, fear and attachment written across her face.
"Don't be afraid! We're all here! We won't be separated again. Whatever pain comes, I'll bear it with you and your brothers," Li Tianming said gently.
"Don't be scared, Xianxian. Miaomiao's right above you. Let me pet you!"
The blood weave had loosened, and Li Tianming's body was no longer bound so tightly. The moment Miaomiao had that thought, Li Tianming discovered in surprise that Miaomiao really could control his left arm. The arm came to rest on his right leg, its rough palm touching the pattern of the Sacred Light Rose.
That