Flawless Immortal Body

He Ping's entire body shone as he dove from the sky. The remnants of the Eight Sounds Heavenly Palace's formations were like paper before him now—one poke was enough to pierce straight through them.

He was like a streak of immortal light, tearing apart vast swathes of rosy radiance. Layer upon layer of formations exploded in midair, and like a flash of lightning, he descended upon a field of ruins.

These ruins had been created by Great Sun Martial Venerable's impact. Even the ground had been plowed open into a terrifying ravine several miles long and several zhang deep, like a long, dried-up riverbed.

At the end of this "riverbed" stood a pitch-black phantom. It was the heavily wounded Great Sun Martial Venerable. His skull was split open, great cracks covered his body, jagged white bone protruded grimly, and black smoke like mist leaked from those fissures as though he were bleeding.

He possessed a ghostly body rather than a physical one, yet this ghost body had been condensed until it was nearly tangible, scarcely different from living flesh and blood.

Though grievously wounded, Great Sun Martial Venerable remained calm, seated there cross-legged. The black fur on his body and his savage, ghostlike posture had vanished. Instead, he resembled a divine statue, solemn and majestic, utterly motionless.

In an instant, as though sensing He Ping's arrival, he opened his eyes.

Unlike before, Great Sun Martial Venerable's eyes had become clear. He had reverted into a gaunt old man, devoid of a king's imposing aura, with only the bearing of one frail and decrepit with age remaining.

"Remarkable!"

At last, even Great Sun Martial Venerable could not help speaking. "I've encountered a few experts from the Immortal Puppet Sect, but the only ones who left a deep impression on me were