The body of a body cultivator displayed remarkable healing powers at this moment. Yet faced with the unceasing torrents of nearly uncontrollable blood-gangue power and magnetic force, its ability to heal and the wounds were locked in a constant contest. The wounds healed again and again, only to be torn open once more.
As time passed, more and more wounds appeared on Lu Xiaotian. The bronze mask shaped like a broad-faced lion had shattered long ago, and the silver hair spilling over his head was stained red with blood.
Almost there, almost there! The barrier to breaking through to the Body Integration Realm was formidable, but Lu Xiaotian had clearly sensed its presence. Under the combined assault of the magnetic force and blood-gangue power, even that sturdy barrier was steadily loosening. The problem he faced now was an exceedingly thorny one: though he had sensed the barrier constraining his current cultivation and could direct the raging magnetic force and blood-gangue power to strike it, he was certain that breaking through would let him touch the vast world of the Body Integration Realm.
But Lu Xiaotian now felt his body might not hold out until the barrier broke. If he forced himself to continue, the first thing to happen might be that his body burst apart under the pressure of the raging, uncontrollable power. Without a physical body, a breakthrough would naturally be out of the question.
Wave after wave of tearing pain surged through his mind, and the injuries on the surface of his body began spreading inward. Some of his bones were even starting to crack. Low growls rose from Lu Xiaotian's throat.
"Spirit-Merging Art!" With no other recourse, Lu Xiaotian had to rely on outside help again. He swallowed a demon ape spirit essence whole.
Boom, boom. With