The terrifying heavenly tribulations from the Yang Nine Realm and Yin Six Region dispersed, and the other horrifying disaster spectacles vanished with them. Wang Xuan was covered in blood, with arcs of chaotic lightning spilling from him from time to time.
He was very calm, long accustomed to it. Even if a True King tribulation was exceptionally vicious, it was merely an oversized disaster—nothing much.
He calmly tidied his appearance, pressed his skullcap, pried open by lightning, back into place, and tore off the scorched, blood-stained dead skin from his body.
From his primordial spirit to his mind, Wang Xuan had undergone this breakthrough and then been baptized by lightning. He was stronger than ever before, glowing all over as the wounds covering his body vanished.
He calmly cleaned up the battlefield, collecting the blackened "medicinal dregs" that had fallen from his body. He had always been frugal and never extravagant. Even after becoming a True King, he maintained his fine character.
Wang Xuan's wondrous methods now arose naturally, as if he were a vessel of the Dao itself. Every movement he made accorded with the true meaning of the Sole Dao.
He was now at the thirteenth level of the Imperial Dao Realm, equivalent to a four-time Return to Truth True King. He deeply realized just how powerful the beings in this domain truly were.
Nearby, many decaying Great Universes shattered. Though they had already reached the end of their lifespans, if one examined the matter closely, it had ultimately been caused by his tribulation.
Wang Xuan looked back. Gentle patterns flowed all over him, transcending time and transforming into layer upon layer of sacred ripples that covered the entire expanse of space-time.
In an instant, those ruined ancient universes rapidly recovered. Pitch-black galaxies rearranged themselves, and shattered planets