The Qingping Sword, which had suppressed the remnants of Eastern Emperor Taiyi's flesh and blood for countless tens of thousands of years, suddenly flew away. It flew away without warning, at a critical moment. If Meng Qi still couldn't understand Lingbao Tianzun's intentions, then his whole life would have been wasted.
What kind of monster might emerge if the Primordial Emperor's remaining flesh and blood lost its suppression and seal was impossible to predict. But its terror was easy to imagine: at his current level, even if his physical body were destroyed and only a drop of blood or a single cell remained, as long as a trace of his innate spirit endured, he could still regenerate his flesh and blood, restore his Dao Body, and return to his original realm. Given enough time, returning to his peak would be no difficult feat. Even Great Divine Ability Users who had achieved Body Becoming a Saint could do this. How could an Other Shore Being who had transcended the Sea of Suffering not?
They were likely even more mysterious, even more terrifying!
In other words, he was about to face an enemy who was nearly at the Other Shore, if not truly there. Just the two words describing that being's realm were enough to make anyone who heard them despair, leaving them no will to fight.
This was nothing like the trip to the Nine Abysses to retrieve the Investiture of the Gods. Back then, he had planned ahead and had the secret arrangement of the Heavens Samsara Wheel, as well as the Origin of Life and Death, a place cut off from the outside world. That was how he had managed to wrest a thread of survival from under the noses of pseudo-Other Shore Beings like the Black Heavenly Emperor.