A dark cloud lingered over the vast cosmic expanse of the Immortal Restriction Zone, unwilling to disperse for a long time.
Wang Jixuan's true body was firmly pinned beneath the dark cloud, sitting back-to-back with the Strange Soul Puppet, his eyes filled with numbness.
He was numb.
Truly numb.
More than a dozen consecutive bolts of Heavenly Punishment Divine Lightning, more than a dozen successive protections from the circle—each bolt had transformed into a peculiar Dao resonance imbued with Heavenly Dao Power, mainly nourishing his Strange Soul Puppet while letting his true body have a share as well.
As a result, his true body's Dao Realm could no longer be suppressed.
He had entered the damned Mahayana Stage!
A Mahayana Stage without any new insights—wouldn't that just mean following the old path of his Second Life, enjoying the blessings left behind by his First Life and Second Life?
Having gotten a bargain yet still complaining, Wang thought shamelessly to himself and could not help grinning.
The distant war was drawing to a close as the Dark Cultists retreated across the board and the enemy Spiritual Practitioners were encircled and suppressed from every direction.
Wu Man and Zheng Shiduo, who had drained all their psionic power, had come over with worried expressions.
The two brothers wanted to help, but they had no idea how to intervene.
Wang Jixuan seemed to be speaking through transmission.
Yet they could not hear a thing.
A membrane of light enveloped a hundred-yard radius around Wang Jixuan, completely isolating him from them.
Anyone could see that the dark cloud above and the circle around Wang Jixuan were locked in a standoff.
Elder Shao's Clone and Hall Master Yin Lin arrived together.
The other members of the Tianluo Faction had already gone to hunt down the scattered,