Breaking Through the Quasi-Saint Threshold

Destroy, repair, destroy again, repair again.

It was an agonizing cycle.

Yang Jian bit down hard on his lip, refusing to let himself scream.

He knew this was the Ziwei Power remolding his fleshly body.

As long as he endured it, he would undergo a true shedding of the mortal body and exchange of the bones.

Yang Chan stood off to the side, watching her elder brother's suffering, so anxious that tears fell from her eyes.

"Senior Di Zun, my second brother... he'll be all right, won't he?"

Yang Chan looked anxiously at Di Zun, a sob in her voice.

Di Zun waved a hand, signaling for her not to worry.

"Relax. He won't die."

"That kid fused with Great Witch Essence Blood. His fleshly body is terrifyingly tough."

"If he can't even withstand this bit of pain, what's all this talk about splitting a mountain to save his mother?"

Di Zun's tone was very calm, but his eyes remained fixed on Yang Jian the whole time.

He could tell that Yang Jian was undergoing an immense transformation.

The power of the Ziwei Imperial Star was not as simple as merely remolding the flesh.

It was also imperceptibly altering Yang Jian's fate.

Ziwei entered his body, and the imperial star bestowed its blessing.

From this moment on, Yang Jian was no longer an ordinary cultivator.

Upon him, there would be an added imperial majesty that ruled over all laws.

Inside the hall, the purple light grew increasingly brilliant.

Yang Jian's body was completely wrapped in purple light, like a purple cocoon of radiance.

A violent aura continuously radiated from the light cocoon, shaking the surrounding space until it faintly warped.

Yang Jian struggled bitterly to hold on inside the light cocoon.

The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique within his body had