In other words, her actual age was equivalent to only about a hundred years of life. She was very young.
At that very moment.
The Heavenly Jade Saintess, too, gazed at Jiang Ming in rapt fascination. This was the man she had set her heart on even when she was still a Desolate Slave.
Desolate Slaves had no consciousness of their own. They only killed intruders by instinct.
Yet she had singled out Jiang Ming time and again. Even without conscious awareness, she had been unable to resist approaching him, drawing close to him. In the end, she had even followed him into the Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin and broken free of the Desolate Forbidden Land entirely.
The Heavenly Jade Saintess knew that some of her memories had yet to return. Those were the shackles the master of the Desolate Forbidden Land had placed upon her. Even after she broke through to Great Saint, she would probably struggle to recover them.
But none of that mattered. Having Jiang Ming was enough. In all the years since meeting him, she had been happy.
Jiang Ming, meanwhile, had no idea what his four beloved companions were thinking. He was sensing how long he could maintain this powerful state.
In the end, after testing it, Jiang Ming determined that he could maintain it for roughly four minutes.
That was already enough.
In this state, he would not even need a minute to kill someone at the great saint ninth heaven.
Once the transformation ended, weakness spread through him, from his body to his primordial spirit. Jiang Ming knew perfectly well that this was normal-the price of such power.
After all, the God-Demon Transformation was far too heaven-defying to come without aftereffects. It was not like the Nine Secrets: Jie, which increased combat