"So that was it. Your origin Dao fruit was the immortal nature of the golden corpse path, but you failed to attain a Dharma body and could never perfect your metal nature!"
As he felt the true intent of the destruction law collide with his opponent's immortal nature, rotting a deep black palm print into his skin in an instant, Li Ling understood everything.
He now knew the domain Venerable Lian Wu had comprehended, as well as why he had failed to attain a Dharma body.
A cultivator of the Corpse Immortal Dao had attempted to reverse-refine yin and yang through corpse refinement, hoping to achieve an immortal golden body.
That meant contending with the origin of death itself, with its decay and decline. How could it possibly be easy?
Venerable Lianwu had chosen the wrong route from the outset. Among a thousand mountains and ten thousand paths, he had found an isolated dead end. He had effectively walked his own path to its very end.
But Li Ling was neither Venerable Lianwu's teacher nor his fellow Daoist, so naturally, he would not point it out.
Quite the opposite: he was an enemy, and was all the happier to see it.
Because this meant a weakness!
Just then, Venerable Lianwu's figure flashed, and he rose to his feet again a short distance away.
He quickly examined his injuries. Finding that the skin of his golden body had been breached, his expression darkened.
Venerable Lianwu's inability to cultivate a Dharma body was indeed intimately tied to his own origin.
The essence of the golden corpse path was to strike a balance between a decaying zombie and an imperishable golden body, refining a zombie puppet endowed with immortal nature.
Such an existence was virtually undying and indestructible, possessing an unbreakable physical Dao