This bizarre scene left Sikong Jing and the Qianyuan War Emperor stunned.
Immediately afterward, Gan Wumie's voice—though his consciousness should have been scattered—actually emerged once more from within the pitch-black pearl.
"I am immortal..."
"Hahaha, the 'Divine Martial Shadow Pearl' that I fused into my spirit shadow in my early years really exists."
"The Divine Martial Shadow Pearl—legend says that not even a Divine Martial Stage expert can destroy it."
"Legend has it that the Divine Martial Shadow Pearl can only truly activate before the spirit shadow is utterly destroyed in form and essence. It is destruction followed by rebirth. Supposedly, it can even reshape the power of the spirit shadow, allowing me to break straight from the Saint Martial Stage into the Divine Martial Stage."
As Gan Wumie spoke, Sikong Jing's eyes widened slightly.
Gan Wumie's spirit shadow had actually concealed such a horrifying, bizarre treasure—and it could even allow him to rise after destruction?
Even more terrifying, a spirit shadow could go directly from Saint Martial to Divine Martial?
If his original body could be resurrected, he would become a Divine Martial Stage powerhouse outright.
"I never dared to try it recklessly before. Who knew this disaster would turn into a blessing?"
"Kid, if you have the guts, keep the Divine Martial Shadow Pearl by your side, then go to Boundless Sea and find a way to destroy me."
"You'd better hurry. Otherwise, I might come out in ten years."
The voice ended there. The black pearl ceased flickering as well, lightly dropping onto the ground.
On the surface, it no longer looked any different from an ordinary pearl.
Sikong Jing opened his mouth slightly again, staring at the so-called Divine Martial Shadow Pearl in disbelief, utterly speechless for a moment.
Why was this Gan Wumie so damned