Whoosh!
A walnut-sized Divine Talisman shone, unfathomable power flowing through it.
The Eastern Emperor's shattered Primordial Spirit reassembled in an instant.
He regained control of his body.
He returned from the dead.
"Whew..."
The Eastern Emperor was drenched in blood, bleeding all over.
White bones were visible in his chest, and the organs within were bloody, a terrifying sight.
Watching the Dao Body turn into Clear Qi and dissipate, he clenched his fists tightly. His expression remained calm, without joy or sorrow, anger or resentment.
All he had was a proud, unyielding fighting spirit.
Over these three years, he had perished together with his Dao Body countless times and had long since grown accustomed to it.
Even after he had undergone Ultimate Sublimation in desperate straits this time and slain his opponent.
The next Dao Body he split off would likewise possess exactly the same strength he had gained after breaking through his limits.
It was not only incredibly frustrating and stifling, but also extraordinarily dangerous. If he grew the slightest bit careless or misjudged the battle, it was even possible for his own Dao Body to crush him.
One wrong turn, and he could perish at any moment, his Dao extinguished.
It was precisely this pressure that forced him to keep moving forward.
Only by continually drawing out his potential had he been able to advance by leaps and bounds in just three short years.
He had completely resolved the hidden dangers left by his repeated breakthroughs and overly rapid advancement over the years, leaving no further worries.
Hum...
He beckoned with his large hand.
A Green-Gold Ancient Pagoda flew over.
Light flashed, and a medicine king appeared in his hand.
He bit straight into it and swallowed it, then sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, continually circulating an