In the Depths of the Ancient Heavenly Palace, the secret realm lay still.
His beloved women were still in seclusion.
Mu Chen sat cross-legged on the Dao platform and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
Once it left his body, that breath actually became a wisp of chaos energy. It circled through the void for a moment before gradually dispersing, greatly enriching even the surrounding spiritual energy...
He lowered his head and looked at his palm. His skin gleamed like jade, without the slightest trace of injury.
The injuries he had suffered when he took Immortal King Wushang's halberd strike head-on had long since healed under the effects of the Eight-Nine Mystical Art and the innate chaos saint body dao embryo. He had recovered completely, without even a pale mark remaining.
"Wushang..."
Mu Chen murmured the name, a grave look flashing through his eyes.
The might of that strike had indeed shaken heaven and earth.
Had his physical foundation not been so inconceivably powerful, his entire body would likely have been cleaved in two rather than merely suffering fractured bones.
But what truly made him wary was not the power of that strike. It was Spiritual Power Immunity!
Mu Chen stirred his thoughts.
Hum-
An almost transparent halo, flowing with a faint chaotic sheen, quietly emerged from beneath his skin and enveloped his body.
Immaculate.
Impervious to All Techniques, warding off every evil.
This was the Supreme Divine Ability his Supreme Bone had evolved. Precisely because he possessed Immaculate himself, he understood the terror of Wushang's Spiritual Power Immunity better than anyone else.
No matter how peerless one's divine abilities, how heaven-shaking one's spells, or how profound the runic power they contained, before him they were merely fireworks cast into the void-brilliant for an instant before fading away, unable