"Greetings... Master!"
When Lian Zijun appeared again, he was no longer merely an illusory Immortal Soul, but a genuine Immortal Sovereign of flesh and blood. His aura was incomparably majestic, with wondrous multicolored Immortal Rhythm swirling around him.
His entire being brimmed with vitality and flourishing fortune.
This was true survival from the brink of death, followed by a complete rebirth.
As a former Third Grade Immortal Sovereign, Lian Zijun was exceedingly satisfied with his current condition.
Although he was currently only at the third level of the Immortal Sovereign realm, with strength merely at the ninth grade, he knew that after reshaping his Immortal Body, his foundation and reserves had actually surpassed what they had once been.
Whether he could become an Immortal Venerable in the future was hard to say; after all, no one could guarantee such a thing. But surpassing the Third Grade Immortal Sovereign he had been at his peak was almost certainly no problem.
Back in the Eighth Epoch, when he had been a Third Grade Immortal Sovereign, he had envied those second-grade and first-grade Immortal Sovereigns who truly stood at the pinnacle of the Immortal Sovereign ranks. He had fantasized that one day, he too could become like them.
Unfortunately, even when the Epoch Calamity of the Eighth Epoch descended, he had failed to reach those heights.
But now, things were different.
After encountering Li Yun, the Immortal Body he had painstakingly plotted for had been destroyed, and even the Epoch Calamity Immortal Bug had perished. He should have been left with nothing, yet he had gained an even more powerful Immortal Body anew, bringing him fresh hope.
His feelings were incomparably complicated.
Toward Li Yun, he did not even know whether he should feel hatred or gratitude.
But one thing—
he understood perfectly