Cough!
Cough, cough!!
A bout of violent coughing echoed through a dim cavern.
Looking ahead...
An Old Daoist with a head of white hair sat cross-legged on the ground.
At that moment, the pale-faced Old Daoist kept coughing softly, a thread of crimson blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
That was right.
This white-haired Old Daoist was none other than Cheng Buzheng, who had narrowly escaped death at the hands of the Seventh Divine Envoy not long ago.
More precisely, he was Cheng Buzheng's Myriad Transformation Dao Body.
"Had I known this would happen, I would have refined a few more pairs of Teleportation Guiding Jade!"
Cheng Buzheng cursed inwardly.
Of course.
It was only a passing thought.
After all.
The Spirit Materials required for [Teleportation Guiding Jade] were exceedingly rare.
The fact that he had managed to refine several pairs already meant his luck had been fairly good.
Refining more was clearly unrealistic.
Still, Cheng Buzheng kept this matter firmly in mind.
Then.
Cheng Buzheng examined the injuries of this incarnation.
His divine sense turned inward.
Fine cracks had appeared throughout his organs, with wisps of crimson blood seeping out.
Clearly.
This was caused by his secretly activating the explosive secret art, [Mad Demon Great Art], earlier; its immense power had exceeded what his fleshly body could withstand.
Otherwise, the body of this incarnation, comparable to a Magic Treasure, would never have suffered such injuries.
Not only that.
Cheng Buzheng also discovered that the meridians, radiant with Spirit Light and as grand as mighty rivers, had likewise split with crack after crack, strands of Magic Power leaking out.
Fortunately, a Nascent Soul Cultivator's Magic Power was boundless, so this small amount of dissipated Magic Power was nothing much.
Even the meridians that flickered with Spirit Light were