Jiang Zhu did not speak with the people who had emerged from the mining area. He left the wasteland, having gained many insights during the battle just now that he needed to contemplate thoroughly.
"That was a Saint Lord-level figure, wasn't it? Their fight was truly terrifying."
"He must have belonged to the Ruthless Lineage. He survived an Emperor Weapon, only to die here."
"The Eastern Emperor is growing so quickly. Without using an Emperor Weapon or a Great Saint Weapon, he defeated a Saint Lord-level figure with nothing but the earth veins' power bolstering him."
"..."
In a mountain range on the wasteland, Jiang Zhu swiftly carved out a temporary cave dwelling.
Jiang Zhu sat cross-legged on the ground. Behind him, visions of a True Dragon Battling an Immortal, Sword Grass Splits the Starry Firmament, True Phoenix Burns the Heavens, and others appeared in succession.
The five deities within his Dao Palace also emerged from his body. Four-colored blood energy erupted from within him like four surging divine dragons, roaring as they charged toward the heavens.
Under Jiang Zhu's control, ten Immortal King phantoms slowly began to merge. Their figures were all towering and majestic, radiating imposing might that suppressed heaven and earth. Every wisp of their aura seemed capable of making mountains and rivers tremble.
As the Immortal King phantoms slowly merged, countless streams of Chaos Qi spilled from them and spread through Jiang Zhu's flesh.
Yet the burden this terrifying power placed on his body exceeded all imagination. Even his immensely powerful flesh gradually developed web-like cracks during the fusion.
Countless tiny glimmers of four-colored light flickered within every crack. Innumerable mysterious runes flashed in the air, weaving together into profound patterns.
During this process, his consciousness began sinking into every minute part of his body, sensing