Even within the orthodox Immortal Dao, a Purple Mansion Senior Adept's body was already hard beyond destruction. Even without deliberately cultivating a Divine Ability for bodily sanctification, it still surpassed metal and iron.
But after plunging abruptly from the sea of clouds high above, even with a few remnants of undispersed treasure light cushioning his fall,
Qiao Ying still landed with his bones weakened and sinews broken, his blood and vital energy churning without cease.
The organs throughout his body throbbed with stabbing pain, as though pierced by needles.
He had already suffered an irreparable, grievous injury.
And now, in this state,
it was snow piled upon frost...
After involuntarily coughing up several mouthfuls of blood, Qiao Ying fought down the waves of dizziness assailing his head. With an unwilling roar, he struggled to look up.
At that moment,
all the bewildering lights and colors at the summit of the sky withdrew.
A Daoist stood upon the clouds with his hands behind his back, robes snapping and broad sleeves billowing. His bearing was martial and magnificent, his overwhelming presence irresistible-the very mien of an earthly immortal!
"The Tai Su Jade Body... this art, it was actually this art! I actually fell to this art?!"
Qiao Ying's eyes bulged. He tried to open his mouth and shout in fury, but no words emerged, only a few hisses that would not form speech.
A deep, gaping hole pierced clean through his chest and abdomen, hideous and shocking to behold.
The Tai Su Jade Body, a Divine Ability for bodily sanctification, had long remained an inexhaustible subject of discussion throughout the myriad heavens and universes because of its marvels and fatal flaw.
And as someone born into the Twelve Great Clans,
whose branch also enjoyed considerable standing within the Mishan Qiao Clan,
Qiao