After all, if the fleshly body was gone, one could still seize another, but once the Nascent Soul perished, there would truly be no redemption through ten thousand kalpas.
With the battle having reached this point, Elder Zhong had long since regretted it until his intestines turned green.
Yet now there was nothing he could do. He could only pin his hopes on rising again from the ashes and taking revenge on Lin Xuan afterward.
His heart was filled with venomous hatred, but he was also perfectly clear that the enemy was strong while he was weak. The urgent task at hand was to consider how to preserve his little life.
His hands clenched, spatial fluctuations suddenly rose, and the Nascent Soul had already unleashed Teleportation.
Of course, with his strength having reached this level, the Teleportation of his Nascent Soul was far beyond what ordinary cultivators could compare with. It already contained the power of laws.
Although the price of driving the Laws of Heaven and Earth was anything but small, at this moment, he could no longer care. Matters had their priorities, and how to stay alive was what he ought to be considering right now. As for other losses or future troubles, under the threat of perishing, what did they even count for?
The Laws of Heaven and Earth were ever-changing and unfathomable. Used to attack an enemy, they possessed the power of ten thousand bolts of thunder; used to flee, they were likewise endlessly marvelous. If this had been another Spirit Division Stage cultivator, perhaps they really could only watch helplessly. But Lin Xuan—was he an ordinary person?
He had once exchanged blows with Taowu. Although it was only one of its incarnations, it was still a genuine Tribulation Transcendence Stage being, far beyond Elder Zhong,