The moment his divine soul entered the banner.
The Ghost King stood still beneath the vaulted heavens of the blessed land.
Imperial tassels hung like curtains.
The transformed hell had been painted into a grand ritual robe and draped over him like a cloak.
Tu Shan Jun raised his palm and looked at the skeletal ghost hand entwined in chains.
With a shudder of his arm, ashes like burning joss paper drifted away, then grew back from the very end of the remaining flesh and blood as though time had reversed.
Before long, an intact arm had regrown.
The Undying Dao chanted the Undying Scripture.
The profound art was pushed to its peak.
His aura stabilized completely.
"Success!"
Wu Rong, who wielded the Soul Banner, looked toward the Ghost King in the distant sky.
Profound breath surged like a great tide.
Dao energy spun threads like a loom.
Within the great world inside Tu Shan Jun's body, the Innate Emperor of Life and Death sat cross-legged at the celestial center, echoing the peach blossoms of life and death from afar.
His eyes suddenly flew open. His golden pupils split into linked double pupils. The Emperor of Life and Death turned his head slightly, and a majestic visage manifested—it was the Yang Spirit, one of the Three Aspects.
The Yang Spirit had been nurtured by a flawless Golden Core.
Being called a "Yang Spirit" did not mean it was a god of utmost yang and supreme hardness.
Whether Yang Spirit, Yin Spirit, or Dharma Aspect, all balanced yin and yang together and grew alongside the cultivator.
Tu Shan Jun's Yin Spirit and Yang Spirit were now in no way inferior to the Innate divine spirit, the "Dharma Aspect," born within his great world.
Dao flowers.
Whether real or illusory, whether brought