Jiang Ming had created thirteen secret arts. By now, he had used four of them, and only six of the humanoid lightning manifestations of Mythological Heavenly Venerables fighting him at the same cultivation level remained. Clearly, he had forcefully annihilated four of them.
The battle continued.
When Jiang Ming unleashed his tenth secret art, the Eye of Zhu Jiuyin, three attacks resembling the River of Time shot simultaneously from his eyes and the center of his brow.
His opponents crumbled into ash at a speed visible to the naked eye, as though they had endured seas turning into mulberry fields and the erosion of countless ages. Even Great Emperors and Ancient Emperors could not withstand the erosion of time. In the end, they too had to pass away.
Boom!
The boundless sea of lightning shook. In the end, Jiang Ming's body devoured all its power, and his true body began to grow again, reaching thirty-three thousand zhang in an instant.
He had merely broken through to the Saint King Ninth Heavenly Layer, yet he had shattered some kind of constraint. His physical strength had truly torn through a barrier. Jiang Ming could sense that, just now, he had ripped through a layer of profound Great Dao shackles.
Although this liberation was only preliminary, it had still brought his fleshly vessel and Primordial Spirit to the Half-Step Quasi-Emperor level.
Jiang Ming grew thoughtful. In other words, if his Great Freedom Dao Scripture completed the transformations of its eighth and ninth revolutions, it might help him tear through that final half-step, allowing his fleshly vessel and Primordial Spirit to enter the domain of Quasi-Emperor strength completely.
However.
This was already enough.
Previously, even with the improvements brought by the Great Freedom Dao Scripture, his true body had remained stuck at nine thousand