Boom!
At the Late-Stage True Immortal level, the strongest of the twelve True Immortals, he nevertheless looked as though he had seen some earth-shaking figure when he saw Purple Cloud Fairy, disbelief written across his face:
"Impossible. Nine hundred thousand years ago, surrounded by me and my fellow Daoists, you turned your body into an array, burning jade and stone alike."
"With the help of my master's immortal pill, I preserved my true spirit. With my true spirit undying, I reincarnated and cultivated anew to reach my present cultivation."
"You clearly detonated yourself and burned away completely. How could you revive?"
Nine hundred thousand years ago, on this very Immortal Path, several True Immortals had surrounded Purple Cloud Fairy, ultimately forcing her to turn her body into an array, burning jade and stone alike, killing her completely.
Yet Purple Cloud Fairy had appeared again.
He did not understand.
Zixiao said nothing. She raised her delicate hand, and her cultivation climbed steadily. After entering this place, she seemed to have escaped some kind of shackles, her cultivation recovering directly to the True Immortal Early Stage.
Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of Six Void Dream Butterflies flew out, sweeping forth with Space Laws to kill. Their wings looked light and delicate, but were in fact sharp blades capable of cutting through everything and tearing space apart.
Their wings fluttered, and space folded. Layers upon layers of space opened and closed like the pages of a book. Every fold was a cut through space; every closing was a strangling by Principles.
A hundred thousand Dream Butterflies gathered into a purple Butterfly River that spanned the heavens. Wherever it flowed, the void tore like paper and Principles crumbled like sand. Everything blocking the Butterfly River was cut into countless fragments.
The Late-Stage True