Unlike before, the transformation of his flesh after this breakthrough lasted an exceptionally long time.
Throughout this lengthy transformation, every minute and second seemed to stretch on endlessly. As his flesh drew ever closer to perfection, the radiant glow emanating from his body grew increasingly dazzling, like the brightest star in the vast river of stars descending into the mortal world.
The light gradually intensified from its initial gentle halo until it shone like a great sun suspended high above the nine heavens, seemingly sweeping away every trace of darkness wherever its rays reached.
At the same time, the pressure radiating from him continued to climb. It was a terrifying aura that seemed to come from the primordial wilderness, surging outward like towering, tumultuous waves. The pressure was almost tangible, and even the void seemed to groan beneath its crushing weight.
Wu Xuege and the other women, who had remained beside their husband to guard him, felt that pressure bearing down on them like one towering mountain after another. Every breath became unbearably difficult.
Their lovely faces turned as pale as paper under the immense pressure. Beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, and their bodies trembled faintly.
In the end, they could no longer withstand that terrifying pressure and had no choice but to retreat into the distance.
Only on the morning of the third day did Liu Changxu's body suddenly erupt with incomparably brilliant light. Like a peerless divine sword, it tore straight through the restraints of heaven and earth with unstoppable sharpness and shot toward the vast starry sky. Ripples spread through space in its wake, forming what looked like an immortal stairway into the depths of the stars.
Yet that dazzling radiance was as fleeting as a night-blooming flower. It lasted scarcely an instant before vanishing