With a crisp sound accompanying the clear sound.
The Reincarnation Pearl in Li Quanqing's hand shattered completely, the last strand of true meaning dissipated, desperately transforming into an illusion realm, attempting to pull the cultivator before him into it.
Yet, from beginning to end, Li Quanqing's gaze remained as clear as ever, without a hint of confusion.
These illusions, which once could confuse him, now can be easily pierced with a glance, perhaps even indifferent.
"The Hundred Tribulation Dao Heart, it's achieved."
Li Quanqing's emotions were neither sad nor joyous, only a faint thought emerged, as if transcending the mundane, forgetting both self and things.
"It's time for Nascent Soul."
Li Quanqing withdrew his palm, reflecting on nearly one hundred and fifty years of cultivation, having prepared to the utmost in all aspects.
The only thing left to do can be summed up in one word—
Charge!!
Charge through, and the sea and sky are boundless.
