Black robe, black clothes, black hair, black eyes.
His body stiffened, like a corpse.
His eyes were devoid of spirit, all brilliance vanished.
His spirit and intent reborn in the silence of death, in the cycle of the tribulation thunder, ascended as points of light, gathering atop the old carcass, blossoming into dazzling radiance, undergoing the baptism of the path, undergoing ultimate sublimation!
The remnants left in the void, however, were not without value, existing between demi-saint and demigod; every strand of hair, every muscle texture, contained the true essence of the Great Path, a rare worldly treasure.
"Divine Shedding!"
Once companions in the Seven Sword Deities.
Hua Changdeng, right in front, shed the legendary Divine Shedding. What kind of feeling is that?
Gou Wuyue found it indescribable.
His expression was extremely complex.
