Hiss, that hurt.
Wang Jixuan sucked in a sharp breath.
Then he realized that he seemed unable to suck in any air at all.
He abruptly sat up and found himself seemingly suspended in a starry sky. There was nothing around him, only a faint gray band of starlight drifting before him.
He instinctively touched his chest.
There was a diagonal wound slanting upward there. It had torn through his Immortal Body, and that sword had pierced his primordial spirit.
Most crucially, he had never expected Heavenly Dao Power to act as a special kind of mana, directly affecting his primordial spirit.
In the past, Wang Jixuan would probably have cursed a few times.
But now, the first thing he thought of was that his death seemed to hold some meaning as well.
At the very least, it proved to the other living beings of the Immortal Realm that the Heavenly Dao Worm's methods could be used on him—and on anyone else.
Once all the experts feared for themselves, they would have a foundation for resisting the Heavenly Dao Worm.
Am I dead?
Wang Jixuan thought so.
He recalled the sensations of his previous two "deaths," which had been distinctly different from this one.
His first death had come when he failed to withstand the ninth heavenly tribulation during his ascension. There had not been much pain when his body and Dao had perished, only overwhelming unwillingness. His Lone Soul had drifted through the vast darkness for a while before the Ina Civilization picked him up.
His second death had been more "comfortable." He had failed to withstand Immortal's Finger and had been struck down from the Immortal Gate. A Lone Soul had been taken away by a honeycomb-shaped Stone of Time.
That had led to the wandering ghosts in