It had to be said that He Xuan was bold. He had personally experienced the vast and terrifying Spirit Pattern energy contained within the spiritual fruit. That feeling seemed even more immense than the magical energy a Mahayana cultivator could possess.
If such tremendous energy erupted inside his body, He Xuan would have had no chance of surviving with his abilities.
Yet He Xuan had now swallowed it directly. The consequences hardly needed imagining.
Because he was not Jin Shi, he could not transform blood into soul and perform Soul Condensation, Blood Transformation. Nor could he, like Fang Liang, cast the Dharma Form and Dharma Body divine ability while in the Spirit Severing realm.
He Xuan closed his eyes tightly. Muscles like coiling dragons covered his entire body, and his teeth were clenched hard. Suddenly, a series of cracking sounds rang out as all the meridians in his body stretched open. In an instant, he prepared himself for the vast energy to ravage his meridians and shatter his flesh.
A sea-like mass of energy suddenly surged out of He Xuan's body. Like a flood breaking its banks, it crashed toward the surroundings, sweeping across a radius of more than ten miles in the blink of an eye.
It was an incomparably pure soul energy. A slight attempt to sense it would make one's spirit intoxicated within it.
Suddenly, amid the crashing waves of soul energy, a terrifying aura appeared. A towering figure like a mountain supporting the heavens suddenly rose from the sea of soul energy.
It was a gigantic body resembling a divine being, tall and straight, radiating an overwhelming aura. Its might was actually on par with that displayed earlier by the Jin Shi Dharma Body.
He Xuan himself had comprehended a Ghost Saint manifestation, but he did