Under the cold gazes of many Dao Integration Divine Lords, Jiang Ding remained calm and composed, closing his eyes to regulate his breathing.
Threads of Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth and the radiance of the Sun, Moon, and Stars surged in from all directions, settling upon his body to form a Starry Garment. A Sun God Wood that pierced straight into the heavens also burst from the earth, its blue-gold trunk spreading in every direction, its canopy like an umbrella, shielding tens of thousands of kilometers of space.
This place became the dwelling of the sun.
Jiang Ding sat cross-legged.
Threads of Sun Essence and concentrated starlight fell onto his body, transforming into tender pink veins of flesh that continuously intertwined, eventually forming a layer of infant-like skin draped over him.
In merely a few breaths, he returned to a normal human form. He was no longer a skeleton, and a blue-white Daoist robe covered his body.
Of course, this did not count as recovery. It merely meant that he had the appearance of a human again.
The bodies of spell cultivators and sword cultivators did not need to be as sturdy as those of body cultivators, indestructible as diamond and unbreakable through ten thousand tribulations, but they likewise condensed the crystallized mysteries of much Immortal Path Wisdom.
Just like the supercomputing chip of a warship, it had little use in terms of sturdiness and was inferior to an iron hammer in that regard. Yet its amplification of spells and sword techniques, of divine sense and sword intent, its absorption of Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth and the radiance of the Sun, Moon, and Stars, its storage of spiritual qi, and its nurturing of the soul...
All these complex functions could not be remedied simply by using life