Once Li Qingyun made up his mind, his fighting spirit slowly blazed into fury. Golden Purple Divine Radiance flowed endlessly from his body, and the black poisonous smoke that had completely enveloped him no longer seemed so unbearable.
He discovered that although the poisonous smoke was venomous, it found it difficult to thoroughly pierce the final line of defense of his Path of Rebirth Intent.
The last thin layer of golden-purple light on his body looked as though it would collapse at any moment under the ravages of the poisonous smoke, yet it simply refused to scatter, displaying an extraordinarily tenacious vitality.
At its root, this was because the Path of Rebirth had transformed and become stained with a trace of saintly essence.
If he had merely been an ordinary quasi-Haotian, then without swallowing that "Spirit Seal" to preserve his life, he would already have turned into a puddle of poisonous water and ceased to exist.
Truly, every sip and every peck had its cause and effect.
He had sought the sublimation and transformation of the Path of Rebirth, and had barely achieved it. This time, he had a relatively "free" choice.
He would not swallow the Spirit Seal. He would contend against the Poison Tribulation!
Amid this torment, the black poisonous smoke that filled heaven and earth finally began to slowly fade, purified and diluted by the shadows of those enormous rings within the Worldly Heavens.
In the end, Li Qingyun's expression grew increasingly relaxed. The Golden Purple Divine Radiance around him slowly pushed outward, no longer suppressed by the black smoke.
Outside the unfathomable Void, that aged figure watched from above for a while. Seeing that his ray of spiritual light had been corroded somewhat, only to be despised by that little mayfly in the end, his old