If my Primordial Spirit reached the terminal realm and became a true god, I could shrink my fleshly body and manifest my true god form, then move freely through this place.
Li Hao thought to himself.
His Primordial Spirit's power now surpassed that of his physical body. Even though the ancestral immortal body was one of the finest immortal bodies in the true immortal realm, it still fell short of the terrifying might of 560 primal spirit golden bones.
Fortunately, with his source of space dao at the fourth level, he could still just barely discern the traces of attacks here. Combined with the powerful divine sense his Primordial Spirit provided, Li Hao gradually adapted to the Twelfth Desolate Domain as he focused entirely on adjusting his responses. Before long, he moved with increasing ease, effortlessly dodging attack after attack.
When some attacks came hurtling toward him, Li Hao brushed past them with a hint of ease and playfulness.
The feeling of dancing on a knife's edge while remaining entirely in control set his heart racing, stirring a passion he had not felt in a long time.
Time passed quietly.
In the blink of an eye, Li Hao had spent three days here.
"It should be about time to finish."
Li Hao darted back and forth near the mist wall deep within the Twelfth Desolate Domain.
He had tried slashing through that mist wall, but the condensed power of the great dao origin within it was too strong. Even with the Sole Self Sword Dao, he could barely cut halfway through.
The power of the immortal dao laws attached to the mist wall reduced his Sword Dao's might by over ninety percent, leaving him no choice but to blast it with pure immortal power.
Ultimately, the gap between the true