At the top of the Blood Pine Tree, Chu Xisheng had become a blood-drenched gourd.
Dozens of wounds deep enough to expose bone covered his limbs, and his torso was in an even more wretched state. His entire chest lay open, and even some of his internal organs were missing.
Half these wounds came from the backlash of temporal power, and half from the gods of the heavens who had tried to obstruct the Wooden Sword Immortal.
Even his Blood of Eternal Ages could not heal them quickly.
Chu Xisheng could barely stand. He could only kneel on one knee, panting violently, his breathing like a cracked gong.
Fortunately, those gods were far away in the Heavenly Realm.
Without a medium, they could only hinder him slightly in this fashion.
Otherwise, Chu Xisheng would have been ground to pieces with the very first movement of the sword technique.
To Chu Xisheng's surprise, his character panel showed that he still had 419 days of life remaining.
He had thought he would have to fight until the rivers ran dry and the seas were drained. Yet after the sword technique ended, he still had a little under half his lifespan left.
A trace of bewilderment appeared in Chu Xisheng's eyes.
As the Nine-Heavens Time Wheel reached its final moments, he had felt his movements suddenly become much smoother.
More than half the resistance he faced had abruptly vanished.
Chu Xisheng had been ready to stake his life on one last effort, only for the other side to withdraw their power just as he gathered all his strength.
While Chu Xisheng puzzled over this in vain, he heard a series of cracks from the Blood Pine Tree beneath him.
Then the ground fell away beneath his feet, and he entered that empty Space-Time