"Perhaps I could use these destruction bolts filling the sky to temper an invincible body!"
As Li Qingyue gazed at the pitch-black lightning of destruction overhead, this thought suddenly sprang into her mind.
No matter the world, great power could never be separated from the Primordial Spirit, the flesh, and Dao Principles.
"Unfortunately... I have no weapon to protect me!"
After a moment's consideration, Li Qingyue dismissed the idea.
This sky full of lightning was likely a small world the Netherworld Venerable had established long ago.
The Netherworld Venerable was a Heavenly Venerable of the Mythological Era, the founder of the Underworld, who had lived more than several million years ago.
Flying Dragon Ridge had originally been an Immortal Land. He had reversed its fortune, and the destruction brewing through those countless years had to be utterly terrifying.
Even if some of its power had already been expended, if all this lightning gathered together, it could probably still slay an ancient Saint without the slightest effort.
She had grasped a sliver of the true meaning of the Tribulation-Transcending Heavenly Art, allowing her to complete her transformation by a stroke of luck.
But that did not mean she could keep doing so.
Every living being in the world had an origin.
The grotto-heavens of the body's five great secret realms were the very foundation of life.
The Tribulation-Transcending Heavenly Art reversed life and death, naturally consuming life origin.
As a mortal body with severed meridians, her origin was surely incomplete, and perhaps far weaker than that of an ordinary person.
It could never sustain such constant expenditure.
She remembered that Duan De, in his fifth lifetime, had been slain by a Forbidden Zone Supreme and had needed to sleep for ages before emerging into the world again.
Her two successive successes