The female Daoist raised her head and looked over. Four figures had already arrived by tearing through the air—besides Liu Yuan and the other two, there was also a tall man in magnificent purple brocade robes standing in the sky. Baleful yin qi coiled around him like venomous pythons, making one's hair stand on end.
"Martial Ninth Realm. Xuan Core!" Blood seeped from between her teeth.
She had not expected the Crown Prince to be able to invite such a figure.
The Xuan Core Realm was the pinnacle of martial cultivation. A martial artist in this realm possessed a body nearly immune to decay. Ordinary blades could scarcely harm them; even spells and divine abilities could barely shake them.
In martial cultivation, one entered the Upper Three Realms only after refining qi into True Essence. Continuously compressing and collapsing that True Essence until it finally condensed into a single primordial golden core was the Xuan Core Realm.
Once the Xuan Core was formed, creation arose naturally within the martial artist's body. Their breath circulated endlessly, as though they harbored a spiritual vein within themselves, and their true qi became inexhaustible.
The Xuan Core could transform in a thousand ways. It could condense into weapons and armor to protect the body, or become armaments that left the body to attack.
Regrowing severed limbs was nothing remarkable. Even a eunuch could have Withered Wood Meets Spring.
Unless their head was severed and extinguished, with both body and Divine Soul scattered, they were exceedingly difficult to kill completely.
Martial artists of the Ninth Realm of Martial Dao were respectfully called "Martial Gods" by the world.
Had the eleven Upper Three Realms experts in the lake faced such an existence just now, even joining forces, they likely would not have gained the upper hand.