The black mist was blasted apart, and Gutian's form underwent a drastic change, appearing before Shen Lin.
His originally withered, emaciated bones had already joined together into solid plates.
New bones formed his muscles and fascia, making his body massive and sturdy.
At his elbows, knees, and every joint, sinister bone spurs jutted out, radiating a gloomy, cold light.
Whoosh!
Ghostfire reignited in his empty eye sockets.
Only this time, the ghostfire was a deep, abyssal black.
"This state... I haven't felt it in a long time..."
Even his voice had become considerably more substantial.
Shen Lin's eyes shifted slightly. His originally relaxed state gradually turned solemn.
"You... this is the Dao of Death?"
Shen Lin had witnessed the entire transformation just now.
His keen perception of Great Dao Power let him instantly understand everything that had happened to Gutian.
Previously, what radiated from Gutian had been the Great Dao Power of an entire world—varied in type and immensely powerful.
But now, only one kind of Great Dao Power remained within him.
Death.
By killing himself, he had killed all the Great Dao Power within his body.
The dead Great Dao Power had not dissipated. Instead, it had all been transformed into a unified Dao of Death.
At this moment, Gutian might have lost the intricate changes of his various Great Dao Powers.
But in exchange, he had obtained an even more powerful single Great Dao Power.
Death was Great Dao Power on the same level as time and strength.
It existed within every known world.
All things would eventually die.
Even the River of Time, which gave birth to countless worlds, would collapse and die under a sufficiently powerful attack.
The Gutian before him had already gained an initial grasp of this power.
"You cultivators of the new era