318 Sorry, you're too weak right now

He Ping could not describe his current state. After comprehending the mysteries of the Three Yang Calamity, he had transformed into a mass of White Yang Sacred Flame and entered the Nine-Orifice Immortal Fetus. He had directly entered the Dao, transcending the shackles of mortal flesh and becoming a fire spirit.

His eyes gleamed as his entire body radiated pure, holy white light. It was as though he had shattered layer upon layer of restraints and reached a consummate pinnacle.

"Unbelievable. Just how strong am I now? I'm probably only a hair's breadth away from the Manifest Divinity realm!"

Threads of sacred fire coiled around him. His whole body was as clear and pristine as glazed crystal, its contours exceptionally distinct, even the curves of his muscles flawless.

This was a Dharma body that could only be refined by evolving the power of the Three Yang Calamity to an extremely profound realm. This shell was virtually without flaw, every inch exuding a vigorous masculine aura. Within the flame like radiant clouds, there even pulsed a faint, almost imperceptible ripple of blood and vitality.

Within this body condensed from pure white flames were countless filaments like blood. Many inexplicable things surged within it, containing immense power.

His body seemed to be an entirely new form of flesh, reassembled from flames. It was neither illusory firelight nor matter, but a state beyond description.

Moreover, his state seemed to have reached its limit. So long as he pierced through a single sheet of paper, he would step into the Manifest Divinity realm.

Boom!

He Ping's body vanished, transforming into a blaze that shot out of the mirror-image space at the utmost speed.

At that moment, he felt something strange, as though a ball of fire were burning in his chest. At its center