Deep within the Dark Starry Sky beyond the Magic Stone Minor Realm, no light reflected back. Everything was concealed; even an emperor's Spiritual Sense Scan could discover nothing.
Within this pitch-black canopy, millions upon millions of steel warships, fighter craft, and Star Fortresses wheeled like planets around the sun. Tangible-seeming orbital paths encircled one another, forming a terrifying Chaos Great Array that spread across the stars. It remained in a constant state of combat readiness, never relaxing for a single moment.
At the center of this vast Starry Sky Fleet, within a World Illusion shrouded in purple qi, a sixteen-year-old boy with pale white skin lay quietly asleep. He had remained so for several years.
He no longer consisted of only a head.
His body beneath the head had regrown. Flesh regenerated, shattered bones multiplied and mended, and his meridians and dantian recovered. The Power of Flames Rules contained within his flesh had been removed; where it could not be removed, that portion of flesh was discarded, while intact flesh was copied and proliferated to form a complete body anew.
He now possessed a complete human form.
Only, his skin was terribly pale and bloodless, lacking the flow of blood. These regenerated meridians and flesh were exceedingly fragile, wholly incapable of bearing Nascent Soul level cultivation.
Dharma cultivators likewise had requirements for their dharma bodies.
A dharma cultivator's body was not as sturdy as a body cultivator's, capable of resisting dharma treasures head-on, but its requirements were no lower. It demanded extremely high adaptability, affinity, and capacity for dharma power.
The dharma body of a dharma cultivator evolved entirely in the directions of spells and sword arts. It was like countless precision chips and cutting-edge hardware facilities, of extreme importance to an immortal cultivator.
Suddenly, the handsome youth's eyelashes trembled.