Three months later.
A low rumble rang out from the Magic Plant Garden in the Gourd Space.
The Formless Tree's branches stirred without wind, and Seventh-Ring Tier Divine Aspects of the Blood Cicada and Wingless Evil Dragon appeared on its leaves one after another.
As time passed, the Divine Aspects on the leaves gradually grew fainter and paler. When the last wisp of illusion shattered and merged completely into the Formless Tree magic plant, a brand-new body inside the cocoon was also fully formed.
Yin Ming abruptly opened his eyes, extinguished the consciousness of his Formless Tree incarnation, and tore open the Formless Tree Cocoon with both hands before stepping out.
His newborn body contained immense life energy. A crystalline glow shone from his skin, and the rich true blood within him surged like a mighty river.
His physique's upper limit had risen again, and his reserves of life had grown. The Eight-Nine Mystical Art had gained two new transformations. With every breath, immense supernatural energy swirled into his body, turning into magical power stored in his acupoints.
Within the Celestial Palace Wondrous Scene of his Divine Sense, a primordial spirit identical to Yin Ming sat high above. Beneath it, five illusory divine silhouettes were drawing on the power of the undead bloodline to become solid. Humanity's karmic fire cleansed the corruption, supplying the primordial spirit with pure mental power steeped in laws.
A blossom of samadhi true fire blazed fiercely as vital essence, qi essence, and divine essence transformed into one another.
His strength had already come infinitely close to the Eighth-Ring Tier. At the very least, he could rival the fallen old warlock; all he lacked was skill in wielding his own power.
Boom!!
Yin Ming merely stretched his limbs, and his muscles and bones let out a