They intertwined into a sea of runes, enveloping a hazy, fist-sized little figure and reflecting the true forms and laws of all things across the heavens.
Divine chains of order flew out of Jiang Zhu's body one after another, winding toward the little figure like chains from the celestial realm, seeking to pull him into his body and fuse them together.
Divine light and runes surged in billowing waves as they collided, unleashing power too dazzling to look upon.
Pop!
Above Jiang Zhu's head, the little figure suddenly struggled, forcibly snapping the divine chains of order one after another.
With that struggle, Jiang Zhu's Five Great Secret Realms shook violently in unison. His skin instantly cracked, and streaks of blood appeared.
In the end, even his hair was soaked in blood, clinging wetly to his forehead in a shocking scarlet display.
This was a bloody and brutal process, and a stage in which killing intent soared into the sky.
Jiang Zhu was forcibly fusing with his transcendent primordial spirit, but that primordial spirit had already transcended and naturally did not wish to be dragged back into his body.
Thus, his primordial spirit and flesh fought fiercely. Every step forward demanded an enormous price, as though he were walking on a knife's edge, blazing his own Emperor Road through a baptism of blood and fire.
The cultivator's path had always meant struggling upstream, its every stretch thick with thorns and fraught with danger. There had never been a smooth road.
Having taken this step, there was no retreat, only the charge forward. If he made it through, he could attain the Dao and become an emperor, with boundless seas and skies before him as he looked down upon the ages.
But if he failed, his body and spirit would both be