By now, Shi Yi had used the essence of the saint's wood to firmly consolidate his Dao Fruit, erasing every flaw. His entire body was immaculate and perfect, his cultivation blazing like a scorching sun overhead. Even if a Peak Heavenly God from the outside world came against him, he could look down upon them.
However, he did not leave immediately. The Saint Sacrifice Realm was extremely unusual: at its peak, his cultivation rivaled a Heavenly God's; at its lowest, he possessed only True God combat strength, or even Divine Flame strength.
Shi Yi had to determine the pattern behind it.
Thus, he sat cross-legged where he was, quietly comprehending the mysteries of the Saint Sacrifice Realm.
Three days later, an inexplicable heart palpitation struck. Shi Yi knew that the rumored decline of saint sacrifice had arrived.
In a single instant, both his flesh and his divine soul fell to the True God level, then continued plunging toward Divine Flame.
Shi Yi showed no panic, merely observing everything calmly. Two days later, with only Divine Flame cultivation remaining, he began climbing steadily again.
The ascent stopped only when he stood at the peak, on par with a Heavenly God.
After testing it twice, Shi Yi grasped the pattern of the saint sacrifice tide. His peak state lasted three days, while his lowest state continued for two.
Having understood the pattern, Shi Yi stayed no longer. He rose abruptly, two bolts of lightning shooting from his eyes. They tore straight through the void and pulverized the distant mountain rocks.
He left the grove of saint's wood directly. The Six Paths Reincarnation Disk hovering above it transformed into a streak of light and sank into his right wrist.
Then purple ripples spread beneath Shi Yi's feet. Using the Qilin Step, he sped