Restoring a Dao body was inherently dangerous, but the Cold Immortal Sect seemed unafraid of it. Ugly Aunt had me find an abandoned star field, then casually locate an old interface that appeared to hold no danger, and had me leave her there.
Naturally, I was worried about her safety, so I set up a grand formation and gave her quite a few Tribulation Lightning Crystals, as well as two treasured swords, before bidding her farewell. Afterward, I searched the surroundings for hidden dangers and only left to hurry toward the immortal domain where the finals were being held after confirming that everything was fine.
After having the Gathering Immortal Basin charge fearlessly onward, I used my free time to take out that feeble innate corruption aura and began studying how to refine it into my body.
Actually, refining this thing would not be difficult at all. After controlling so many meridians for years, I had long since grown used to deriving new ones. Adding one more strand of innate corruption aura was no problem. The real crux was the hurdle I could not overcome in my heart. If I refined this aura, I would truly become an Immortal Ascender, and changing back would be difficult.
Although becoming an Immortal Ascender would allow me to maintain strength as formidable as my current power, it also meant a reduced lifespan. That was the hardest thing for me to accept.
My life did not belong only to me. It also belonged to my wives, the entire women's army, and even the whole Heaven Realm. If I became an Immortal Ascender and my lifespan were reduced, they would probably consider it a tremendous loss as well.
Besides, after swallowing a Corruption Pill, I could still recover into a former Immortal, but after refining