Fighting the Pseudo-Immortal

The Crow Clan pseudo-immortal recovered quickly.

After all, he had abandoned his own realm and withdrawn his Divine Power from beneath the river. His foundation remained. With sufficient resources, returning would not be too difficult—he simply had no way to return to his former peak in a short time.

Feeling his dharma essence weakening, unable to push his Divine Power any farther upward, the Crow Clan pseudo-immortal did not hesitate. He took out that Loose Immortal Pill and swallowed it in a single gulp.

To reach the Immortal Realm, one had to rely on oneself to push one's Divine Power upstream along the creek and enter that great river.

For every fraction Divine Power drew closer to the river, its might rose by another level.

This river was exceedingly strange.

To the naked eye of the primordial spirit, it seemed incomparably distant. Yet when Divine Power traveled upstream along the river channel within one's body, the distance was no more than nine feet.

He was a pseudo-immortal and had once reached the middle reaches, passing five feet. He had covered half of the nine-foot river path, making his strength astonishing. He could contend against Immortals and was not as helpless as those in the Divine Power Realm—though at most, he could only flee for his life.

The fact that Li Su could suppress four demons yet could only flee before a pseudo-immortal showed just how vast the gap was between a pseudo-immortal and the peak Divine Power Realm.

The pseudo-immortal realm was, in truth, already equivalent to being half a step into immortality.

Yet though the nine-foot river was not far, every step forward required an immense price. It needed vast reserves of dharma power to sustain the journey upstream; otherwise, Divine Power would become unstable and be washed back