Yuan Wuxing halted in midair, drenched in blood. His left fist was shattered, his right arm hung at his side, and the wound on his left shoulder still seeped blood. The Five Elements Heavenly Bead had dimmed, and his four Great Daos were nearly extinguished.
Yet his back remained straight, and his eyes shone with startling brilliance.
"You old fossils will never understand."
He drew a deep breath and forced every last remnant of origin power within him into the Five Elements Heavenly Bead.
That bead, already shattered beyond recognition, erupted with blinding five-colored light at that instant.
The light did not spread outward. Instead, it contracted inward—taking the Five Elements Heavenly Bead as its center, the power of the Five Elements within ten thousand miles was dragged by that contracting force and surged into the bead.
Like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, the power of the Five Elements poured into the bead, then flowed back out of it—into his body, into every limb and bone, into his Dao foundation, into his divine soul.
He was burning the Five Elements Heavenly Bead.
Not activating it, but burning it. He was using the Five Elements Heavenly Bead's origin as fuel in exchange for the power to restore his peak combat strength for a short time.
The price was that the Five Elements Heavenly Bead would shatter—shatter completely, beyond all repair. His Dao foundation would crack, cracking beyond healing. His divine soul would be injured, leaving permanent hidden wounds.
But he did not care.
"If others give me an inch of respect, I return them a yard."
His voice was calm, so calm it was as though he were stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.
"You suppressed me for thousands of years, and I endured it.