Jiang Yun stood like an immovable, towering mountain, his expression still free of joy or sorrow, as though no changes in the world could disturb his heart, firm as a rock.
He stood there quietly, like the center of the universe, wholly immersed in demonstrating his Dao.
He revealed the Dao he had created without reservation. Every movement and every breath contained endless mysteries.
At this moment, he circulated his breathing technique, and immortal mist-like white vapor coiled around his mouth and nose.
The white mist seemed alive as it circled and intertwined around him, as though it were the medium through which he communicated with heaven and earth, conveying mysterious messages.
Over the years, from beginning to end, he had been engaged in a difficult attempt.
He had tried to perfectly fuse together his complex and powerful constitutions and bloodlines, making those powers from different origins truly a part of himself, an extension of his body and Primordial Spirit.
It was like a peerless craftsman attempting to forge all manner of rare and unique materials into an unparalleled divine artifact.
Boom!
A deafening explosion rang out, like the earth-shaking sound of the universe's creation.
Jiang Yun's body instantly blossomed with blinding light. Like an exploding sun, it radiated outward and illuminated the entire world.
Within that light, he forcibly shattered the perfected bloodline that had regrown within him. No one knew how many times this process had already continued.
Even Jiang Yun, who had endured such pain many times, had the corner of his mouth twitch under the intense agony. The process appeared cruel, yet it contained his ultimate pursuit of power.
Afterward, the countless law runes left behind by the shattered bloodline, like summoned spirits, flowed into every part of his body.
The runes flickered with mysterious radiance,