Reincarnation!
Of course, this reincarnation was not the kind found in "common knowledge," not the cycle of life and death, but a kind of reincarnation he had sensed within Myriad Tribulations Reincarnation.
Just as a tree's crown turned from green to yellow, its fallen leaves drifting down, rotting, and merging with the soil to nourish the crown anew, Di Yi planned to turn all the rules, order, and crystalline patterns formed from the union of flesh, blood, and bone within his body into "fallen leaves," then let the "crown" that was his body grow new "leaves."
To create entirely new possibilities!
At the same time, doing this might eradicate the corrosion of the black blood. After all, the very substance it acted upon would be gone. Like a tree without roots, its end would be decay and destruction.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Di Yi set himself ablaze. Using the pollen's flames, he turned all his rules, order, crystalline patterns formed from the union of flesh, blood, and bone, and everything else into "firewood." Like the source of all fire throughout the heavens, he burned so fiercely that even the space within the Ancient Temple inside the Rotten Wooden Box began to warp.
For a time, the bleeding eyes, rotting wings, patterns outlined in darkness, and other dark transformations, along with the black blood that had escaped-even the Black Blood Source-were annihilated at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Of course, doing this came at a price: he wounded the enemy a thousand times but suffered eight hundred wounds himself.
For this not only deprived the black blood of the substance it acted upon, but also stripped him of the source of power he should have possessed.
Still, Di Yi thought it was well worth it. Otherwise, what use would retaining his