In the end, only the Heavenly Illusion Butterfly Lord remained.
The thousand-zhang sapphire butterfly slowly revealed her true form: a blue-dressed girl with a youthful face, even younger and lovelier than Butterfly Immortal.
She cast a long look at the skin-and-bones boy in azure below, then vanished.
"Cowardly butterfly."
"So weak. Not a shred of a powerful being's pride..."
Jiang Ding sighed again and again, looking like a skeleton.
He looked within and found his body filled with the deathly power of the Southern Dipper stars. It had corroded nearly all his flesh and meridians into bloody fluid. His organs were no different. He was an empty shell now.
The one consolation was that his bones had not been completely destroyed. They looked dark yellow and desiccated, but some cells remained alive, with a little vitality still in them. Most importantly, the spine he had protected above all else still functioned perfectly—it could even produce blood!
His brain deserved the most praise.
Only the outer layer of brain cells had been damaged. The inside was entirely alive and could still serve as hardware that substantially boosted his Sword Soul's computing power. He even had a few black hairs left; they had not all turned gray-white...
All in all, it was nothing serious.
Just a fatal wound. It would not kill him. A few hundred years of recuperation, a thousand at most, would restore him. That was far better than before.
"Damn it."
"Why wouldn't the Supremes enter the fray?"
Jiang Ding seethed. "Sure, I'm gravely wounded and at death's door. You'd be gravely wounded and at death's door if you came down too. That's perfectly fair. I wasn't afraid to fight nine of you alone, so what are you afraid of?"
"Huh?!"
"How did you ever train when you were