Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, a forbidden area somewhere within.
Li Xuanxiao sat cross-legged atop an enormous jade boulder.
Within the Myriad Souls Banner, he forcibly plundered the magical power, essence blood, and even soul origins that those Demon Race members—
or human cultivators—had painstakingly cultivated for many years.
At this moment, that vast, mixed, violent energy poured madly into Li Xuanxiao's body through the Myriad Souls Banner.
Li Xuanxiao let out an inhuman howl of agony almost at the same instant.
It was a devastating impact of energy, making his meridians snap inch by inch amid mournful cries.
Only to be forcibly fused and widened again by purer death origin.
His dantian sea of qi was like the core of a star had been cast into it, convulsing wildly at the border between destruction and rebirth.
Destruction before establishment—the opportunity to reach the Integration Realm!
Just as Li Xuanxiao's flesh and soul were about to collapse completely—
Rumble!!!
Flesh, magical power, soul.
The three began, under the command of death origin, to merge on a deeper level in an unfathomable manner!
A jade-like cold gleam flowed across Li Xuanxiao's ash-white skin.
This was the threshold of the Integration Realm...
Power surged through his body, and an unprecedented sense of strength filled his soul.
He could clearly see the mysterious and intimate connection between his flesh, his Dead Sea dantian, and his condensed soul, as though with a lift of his hand, he could stir the origin of the Nine Netherworlds.
His words became law; he held the life and death of one domain in his palm!
However—
Pfft—!!!
Li Xuanxiao's indifferent pupils suddenly contracted, and his body swayed violently beyond his control.
A mouthful of thick black blood sprayed wildly from his mouth.
As though it had anticipated this long