Meanwhile, within Dao Mirror Space, a life-and-death battle was underway. Gu Hui once again summoned his future self, using the battle to force out his own potential.
Unfortunately, he now possessed virtually endless longevity. Lifespan was something he could never exhaust.
With no other choice, he could only employ Great Dream Through Myriad Ages, seeking that illusory eleventh life amid the interplay of reality and illusion.
Ten had already surpassed the limits of the Heavenly Dao. How much more so eleven?
If eleven was already so difficult, how much harder would twelve be?
Gu Hui was truly out of options, yet he was unwilling to break into the Red Dust Immortal realm just like that.
In the end, he could only attribute it to his insufficient accumulation and comprehension, hoping to reverse life and death between reality and illusion and live out a new life.
It was a desperate gamble. He made this decision and acted upon it without even telling his wives and children, proceeding in silence. He did not want them to worry.
Outside, Pang Bo, Ye Fan's friend who had been training on the Eastern Wasteland Continent, was still possessed by an old monster of the Demon Race when the Demon Emperor's Heart emerged.
Although Ye Fan's progress was not rapid, he gradually came to understand the power of the Sacred Body.
Once the Sacred Body began cultivating, its extraordinary qualities gradually revealed themselves. Being invincible among those of the same realm was no empty claim.
At the very least, among all the cultivators of the same realm he had encountered so far, not one could withstand even a single exchange with him.
However, cultivating the Sacred Body truly consumed too many resources.
The cultivation resources he had painstakingly accumulated recently had already been used up,