The Thunder Tribulation Cloud in the starry sky dissipated.
The utterly dark, lightless starry sky began to reveal twinkling stars, and the shattered space, broken order, and even the broken rules of heaven and earth began to recover.
"Swordsman of the Immortal Sects from the Upper Realm…"
Jiang Ding whispered.
He lowered his head to look at his body.
His body was covered in white ashes, devoid of any trace of blood, extremely dried up, with many parts where the flesh and skin were burnt to nothing, leaving bones exposed, which were also pathetically white and brittle like kindling, not much different from the red-hot charcoal in a stove, with very little residual life substance inside.
Such was the cost of burning Essence Blood and flesh.
Jiang Ding's body, seemingly intact, was in fact like firewood in a furnace, with hardly one in ten parts alive; if he delayed for ten more breaths, his whole body, together with his Divine Soul, would dissipate into ash!
