The Undying Body ranked sixth among the Hundred Great Bodies. It was said to be a physique capable of achieving true immortality.
Setting aside how powerful this battle body was in combat, the trait of immortality alone was enough to make countless people pursue it.
After all the hearts and flesh from the Undead Race corpses had been absorbed by the white-robed Young Man, the aura around him grew increasingly powerful.
Wave after wave of pressure surged like a raging, boundless sea.
Each wave was stronger than the last.
The white-robed Young Man slowly opened his eyes, revealing the sinister gleam in their depths. He wore an expression of enjoyment.
Then he looked at Xu Zimo and Monk Dazhi, smiling. "Interesting. Interesting."
"What is it?" Xu Zimo asked.
"You saw me and yet didn't run. You two are rather interesting," the white-robed Young Man said.
"Are you truly confident, or are you merely putting on a brave front?"
"You can try," Xu Zimo replied blandly.
"I don't have time to waste with you. I still need to search for the Undead Race," the white-robed Young Man said.
"If there's a chance, we'll meet again in the struggle for the Heavenly Mandate."
Watching the other man's retreating figure, Monk Dazhi performed a Daoist salute and said, "The Heavenly Dao is becoming increasingly muddied. It can no longer be seen clearly."
"Isn't that what makes it interesting?" Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"Otherwise, fighting a bunch of ants over and over would hardly stir any interest."
"Why didn't he kill us?" Monk Dazhi asked doubtfully.
"Isn't he afraid we'll spread word that he kills members of the Undead Race?
"The Slaughter Immortal Sect may be powerful, but the Undead Race is no weakling either. How could the accumulation of a race