My Main Body Wasn't Entirely Worthless Either

Some True Immortals were simply too powerful, possessing tens of thousands of Dao laws. Yet because they were nothing more than living targets, after enduring years or even over a decade of attacks, the recovery speed of the Dao source within them could not keep up with its expenditure. They were gradually drained dry and likewise fell beneath that madman's palm.

Nearly two thousand True Immortals perished in that great calamity, their Dao laws spilling out and blanketing heaven and earth.

That superhumanly ruthless man walked the Savage Continent with his pseudo-immortal main body, wielding 900 Dao power. He farmed points for his own Heavenly Crafted Body and, without surprise, became the victor of that calamity.

Then, once three thousand years had passed, the powers of the outside universe realized something was wrong. Not a single True Immortal they had sent in had come back out. Something must have happened inside.

Thus, a batch of universe-overlord-level beings with tens of thousands of Dao laws surged inside and killed that madman on the spot. The entire Savage Continent of that time was blasted to pieces by the aftershocks.

Only later did those big shots knead the continental fragments back together and gather them into one whole. The Savage Continent of today was the one reassembled ninety billion years ago.

This pseudo-immortal could not help thinking that if that madman had not been so flamboyant back then, he could have relied on that special ability to put on an act. During every Heaven and Earth Calamity, he could have transformed his Heavenly Crafted Body into a different appearance and collected rewards under a false identity.

He could have steadily obtained one Desolate Fruit every hundred thousand years. In a hundred million years, that would have been a thousand fruits. If he had