The Fallen Immortal Will calmly watched the scene unfold. Cultivators who reached Spirit Transformation were divided into four levels: Three Tribulations, Six Tribulations, Nine Tribulations, and Ten Thousand Tribulations.
With the profound foundation of the junior whose body it had taken, he could start at Six Tribulations. With a little preparation, reaching Nine Tribulations would not be difficult either. Ten Thousand Tribulations, however, was separated from Nine Tribulations by a gap as vast as the Heavenly Chasm. It demanded not only astonishing cultivation, foundations, and reserves, but also a rare, almost impossible stroke of fortune.
Still, its purpose was merely to bring down a Spirit Transformation tribulation, allowing the junior to live a little longer in the Dream Realm.
Since the Three Tribulations Spirit Transformation Tribulation began the fastest, it had chosen that level.
Of course, this would waste the junior's accumulated potential and reserves. One could even say that a seed of quasi-immortality would be cut down before its time! Even the Nine Great Sects would feel the loss keenly.
But so what?
Those who had not become immortals were nothing but ants.
For one who lived from dawn to dusk to be of use to it was already a blessing earned over three lifetimes!
At this thought, the Fallen Immortal Will reached out and seized several foreign bodies from below.
Spirit Transformation required refining an avatar, so it casually selected a few inferior foreign bodies as materials...
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Within the Dream Realm.
The sky and earth were dark; mountains collapsed, and rivers broke apart.
The lingering might of spells hung mixed in the void, unable to fade for a long time.
Wherever the blade-light passed, blood rained down. It corroded everything it touched like strong acid.
Black Mist billowed and boiled, flickering in and out of sight, appearing