The speed of his recovery far exceeded Xiao Yun's expectations. In just five days, Xiao Yun had recovered from his injuries, transforming from a mummy into a handsome blond, blue-eyed youth.
Studying his reflection in a shabby glass mirror, Xiao Yun nodded in satisfaction.
Although this body's looks were far inferior to Ye Dadao's, it was much more handsome than that fellow Zhao Wuji.
"What a pity I can't contact my true body right now. Otherwise, I could have him send over some spirit stones. Maybe then I could cultivate the techniques of the Nine Heavens Continent."
Xiao Yun turned to look at the sky beyond the window. He had a faint sense that the Heaven Gate was somewhere up there, but it was far too high—at least tens of thousands of meters above the ground. With his current mortal strength, there was no way he could reach it.
Moreover, opening the Heaven Gate required spiritual power, yet this world did not contain even a trace of it.
Therefore, he could only rely on himself and search this world for supernatural power.
Still, Xiao Yun was not entirely empty-handed. First of all, his soul was extremely powerful. Even if it was merely a sliver of his true body's divided soul, it was still terrifyingly strong.
At the same time, Xiao Yun still possessed the ability to enter enlightenment. That was also the capital he had to rise in this world.
"Now I should increase my strength, then search for the 'supernatural' power belonging to this world." Xiao Yun pushed open the door and walked outside. Bright sunlight spilled down, and warmth filled his entire body. It was fine weather today.
He did not believe this world was a world at the end of the Dharma. Perhaps it was merely a