After dealing with Zhao Wuji, Xiao Yun took a corpse from his inner world and offered it as a sacrifice to the Heaven Gate.
Very soon, Xiao Yun sensed a spatial passage appearing within the Heaven Gate. He guessed it led to the Primordial World.
I never thought I'd get to be a transmigrator again! Xiao Yun sighed inwardly.
Then Xiao Yun turned to look at Zhao Wuji beside him.
The man was baring his teeth in agony, his fists clenched tight and his head drenched in sweat. Splitting one's soul was no easy task. The pain was excruciating, far beyond any pain inflicted on the flesh.
Only someone with Zhao Wuji's formidable willpower could endure it without making a sound.
"Ah..." No sooner had Xiao Yun praised him than Zhao Wuji could no longer hold back his miserable howl. His entire body trembled, and his face turned pale.
Xiao Yun was speechless. I just praised you, and you crumbled this quickly? He could not help mocking him. "With that will of yours, you still want to become a Heavenly Emperor? If you had truly chosen Heavenly Emperor during Questioning Resolve, you would definitely have died beneath the imperial tribulation."
"Why don't you try it yourself?" Zhao Wuji roared through gritted teeth. Then, a phantom-like Zhao Wuji appeared beside him. This was the one-tenth of Zhao Wuji's soul that he had just split off.
Though it was only one-tenth, Zhao Wuji was still a powerhouse in the alternative Dao-attainment realm. Even one-tenth of his soul was immensely powerful. If it were reincarnated, it would surely become a peerless genius.
Not only was the soul powerful, it also carried Zhao Wuji's memories and one-tenth of his talent.
"One-tenth of my talent is comparable to a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body. Reaching the