Rebirth

The poison of the Heart of Heavenly Poison was far more troublesome than Li Qing had imagined. Even though he had made every possible preparation, he had still repeatedly found himself in peril.

Inside the cave abode on Qingyun Peak, Li Qing's aura had once weakened to the extreme, leaving him on the brink of death.

Had the true meaning of withered wood meeting spring within the Dao Tribulation Wuji Scripture not been powerful enough, allowing Li Qing to temper a thread of vitality from desperate straits each time, he would not have survived.

Through those repeated brushes with death, Li Qing's body finally began to gradually adapt to the poison's invasion, transforming bit by bit.

Li Qing accumulated every scrap of vitality he tempered out and stored it away in some corner of his body.

He did not rush to use it to resist the poison corroding his body. Instead, he maintained his condition at the lowest possible limit.

As this cycle repeated, nearly a year passed without his noticing.

For an entire year, Li Qing remained in this critically dying state.

If someone had entered his cave abode, they would have been shocked to discover that the figure seated cross-legged on the meditation cushion had nearly turned into a dried skeleton.

That skeleton was covered in pale green hair, without the slightest trace of life. It looked as though it had been dead for a long time.

But Li Qing had certainly not died. He was still gathering strength for his rebirth, waiting for the moment of final transformation.

It was merely that the process took somewhat long—far longer than either of his previous transformations.

Li Qing himself had no idea when that final moment of transformation would arrive. He could only silently accumulate the vitality tempered from