Night King's Fall

Several days passed in a flash.

Boom!

Inside the Corpse Refining Courtyard, Li Ye's Great Dao Clone glowed from head to toe. Strands of light intertwined, forming a tangible suit of Nine-Colored Mysterious Armor.

At that moment, even his hair and brows seemed to flow with dazzling nine-colored flames, blazing fiercely. An unprecedented aura of solidity surrounded his entire body.

It was as if hundreds or thousands of layers of Space Wall had fused together—eternal and indestructible.

The Nine-Colored Mysterious Armor Technique had officially entered its middle stage.

After breaking through to the middle stage, the armor underwent a Qualitative Change. It was no longer remotely comparable to what it had been in the initial stage.

It was as heavy as an ancient city wall, as mysterious as the passage of time, and as dazzling as a sea of stars.

"It's finally done."

Li Ye gave a quiet shout and flicked his armor. A crisp ding rang out, like gold and jade striking together.

He was surprised.

Had the Nine-Colored Mysterious Armor already become tangible in its middle stage?

"No. The light is simply solid enough; it hasn't formed a physical object."

Li Ye assessed it. "It's sturdy, but not resilient enough."

"As the saying goes, what is too rigid breaks easily. If it encounters a stronger force, it'll be shattered with ease."

"That's because it lacks one important material required for the later stage—Immortal silkworm silk."

Li Ye sighed wistfully.

The silkworm race was one of the mightiest races in the Myriad Worlds. It had once produced an immortal silkworm, whose might shook the sun and moon and whose battle prowess was boundless.

But there were none now.

Where could he even begin to look?

Could the silkworm race produce an immortal within ten thousand years?

Li Ye gave