The Dao Fire and Dual Core were indeed wondrous, capable of nourishing his Golden Body in return.
Yet his King Sea had run dry, his flesh was splitting apart, and the fire of his consciousness had dimmed.
His very foundation had been damaged.
To turn the tables from the brink of death—
how could that be easy?
Sure enough, moments later—
his manifestation vanished, divine radiance faded, and everything came to nothing.
"No. My foundation is collapsing, and I have no strength left to sustain this. Even with my Ten-Colored Dao Fire, unmatched throughout the ages, resonating with Kunpeng and Dao Annihilation, unleashing them now is still too late!" Xiao Chen despaired.
"Am I truly going to die here today?"
Amid his desolation, despair welled up unbidden.
In his daze, he glimpsed a trace of Wither and Bloom deep within his Sea of Consciousness.
At that moment, the Sea of Consciousness Xiao Chen had manifested with his divine sense was gray, withered, and silent, like a dead sea in the Netherworld, utterly devoid of vitality.
This meant Xiao Chen was already in extreme peril.
He could perish at any moment.
Within that ashen Sea of Consciousness, the only dazzling celestial treasures still drifting about were Spirit Souls, each as bright as a star, glittering brilliantly.
Among them, that trace of withering-and-flourishing power shone brightest.
The other Spirit Souls surrounded and protected it like stars clustering around the moon, making it seem a king among the stars.
*My flesh is shattering, the fire of my consciousness is fading, and the True Demon Weakening Curse remains. I am a guttering candle in the wind, ready to break at a touch. Refining Spirit Souls now is fraught with danger. At any moment, I might fail to withstand that vast spiritual energy and perish,