"Did Your Majesty... fail?"
Seeing Jiang Che's current state, Ji Chengdao's eyes widened, disbelief filling them. At this moment, he could no longer sense even the slightest trace of Jiang Che's aura.
It was as though he were facing someone who had already fallen.
He found it impossible to accept. How could Jiang Che fail? How could Jiang Che possibly fail?
At this moment, Ji Chengdao was even more flustered than Jiang Che himself.
Ancient Heavenly Nether Empress also stared at the figure in the starry sky in utter shock. Her lips moved as though she wanted to say something, but in the end, she held it back and said in a deep voice:
"Wait a little longer. Wait a little longer."
As the saying went, when things reached an extreme, they reversed.
Whenever one hit rock bottom, it was time to rise again.
Jiang Che was currently in precisely such a state. He could no longer summon even a shred of strength from head to toe, as though he were about to pass away in meditation. Yet at that very moment, an unfathomable Dao rhythm descended over his head.
Then—
It was like sweet rain falling upon the bed of a dried-up lake. Vitality and blood began to form within his body, and Dharma power began to emerge within his dantian. His aura gradually rose from weakness.
Innate, Mystic Core, Divine Aspect, Martial Saint, Human Immortal—his cultivation climbed all the way to the True Immortal realm without the slightest sign of stagnation. Then, in one burst of momentum, it instantly shattered his former limit.
A terrifying pressure capable of shaking heaven and earth swiftly swept in all directions!
The vitality and blood of his fleshly body were like a boundless ocean. His blood essence surged into the heavens, filling