The Daoist Rode In on a Blue Ox

A vast, majestic divine voice rang in everyone's ears. At the same time, milky-white rays tinged with Purple Intent enveloped Meng Qi and the others.

Their wounds wriggled, their organs cooled, and their injuries healed at a visible rate. Fractured bones and meridians reconnected, while damaged organs and minds were restored by the faintly purple light.

Huff!

Meng Qi slumped onto the ground, gasping heavily.

Even the healing of his body could not ease the exhaustion in his heart.

Throughout this mission, the vast majority of enemies he had encountered had been far stronger than him. The torment his mind had endured was unimaginably immense.

In his "previous life," he had merely been an ordinary young man on Earth. A few years of martial arts training could not possibly bring about Rebirth and Transformation. Had his will not been so resilient, he would have died long ago.

For instance, Qing Jing, who had died miserably in Zhu Ganglie's jaws. He had cultivated for far longer than Meng Qi, yet because fear had taken hold of him, he had died at the Pig Demon's hands.

"That palm strike descending from the heavens..."

Zhang Yuanshan was equally shaken.

Though they had never directly encountered that figure, merely seeing that Buddha-like figure as immense as a star, along with that heaven-covering giant palm, had made their entire bodies tremble.

Could martial cultivation truly contend with such an existence after reaching the Dharma Body realm?

His heart had been stirred.

After years of Life and Death Struggles, he was only one step away from advancing into Outer Scenery. Yet even so, he found it difficult to imagine such tyrannical power.

Perhaps only the great powers of ancient legend could rival that kind of strength?

"Lord Void..."

Only Jiang Zhiwei's eyes shone brightly, faint sword