Jiang Hui’s focus was mainly on the last point. When he first acquired the Chaos Primordial Embryo, he had an intuition that it might be greatly useful to him. It turns out, indeed, after reaching a certain realm, the intuition becos very accurate.
Especially after reaching the Sacrificial Path Realm, intuition becos a projection and prediction of certain future events. That’s why Jiang Hui was so attentive to this Chaos Primordial Embryo.
However, he hadn’t expected that after hatching, the Chaos Divine Body could rge with the Real Body of Pangu that he had long fused with.
Yet, the Real Body of Pangu itself was already sufficiently powerful. rging it with the Chaos Divine Body...
In particular, the passive ability described in the Chaos Divine Body allows one to forcibly ignore all ti reversals, which can only be described as perverse.
This ability to reverse ti, in so sense, can be called a conceptual ability.
He recalls a horror novel he pursued in his previous life, where there was an ability called Ghost ssenger, which had a similar ti reversal chanism.
That was a minor path, while this is the path.
Jiang Hui acted decisively, imdiately controlling the newly ford Chaos Divine Body with his mind.
Simultaneously, his body began to glow.
All over his body, every pore was flickering like the sun and moon, inhaling and exhaling sunlight and moonshine.
At the sa ti, a profound ancient aura emanated from Jiang Hui, spanning across long eras.
This aura was so exaggerated that if Jiang Hui hadn’t deliberately confined it within a hundred-mile radius, it would have shaken not just the Immortal Domain, but all heavens and myriad worlds, and even reached that ominous highland to be detected by the Phantom Primordial Ancestor.
"Buzz!"
The next mont.
The Chaos Divine Body transford into a blob of light and rged directly into Jiang Hui’s flesh and blood.
Like a cripple regaining limbs,
or a blind person regaining sight.
It was also like a dry spring surging forth with gushing life again.
At the mont of their fusion, the sensation was marvelous, unlike any physical or spiritual tremor Jiang Hui had ever experienced before.
Every pore seed as if it was alive, breathing actively in this mont.
Resonating with the heavens and earth.
He was drenched in sweat, as if he had undergone an intense exercise, yet he didn’t feel any fatigue and was instead more vigorous and excited than ever before.
At such a level, in this realm, it was rare to experience clarity surpassing the past, but at this mont, his mind was slightly stirred, his eyes radiant, and his spirit clear.
Simultaneously, Jiang Hui felt his body heating up.
A boundless and vigorous vitality that was unimaginable erupted from every cell, every piece of flesh, and even the soul.
Jiang Hui was utterly amazed.
Never could he have imagined that by rging the two constitutions, there would be a reverse nourishnt of his realm.
In the Sacrificial Path Realm, one sacrifices their own Great Tao, a realm that spans across eternity, beyond words its strength, where the law follows the utterance.
If he didn’t appear, if it were Liu Village.
In the entire Perfect Trilogy, only fourteen people could beco strong in the Sacrificial Path Realm.
Among them were the ten great mysterious ancestors, who didn’t rely on their own ability and talent to advance, but purely took shortcuts.
The other four were Emperor Huang Tian, Ye Emperor, Emperor Chu, and Emperor Huanfen.
As for the Cruel Man, strictly speaking, they can’t be considered to have stepped into this realm, only half a foot in, so they cannot be counted.
As for Willow God and others, in the end, they were in the Immortal Emperor’s Realm.
"Dong!"
A bell rang in Jiang Hui’s ear, sounding ancient, vibrating through countless ages.
The next mont.
From deep within those sun and moon-like pores, chaotic aura surged out like a raging tide.
Visible to the naked eye, they transford into long rivers of chaos, rging with the great river of ti flowing between heaven and earth, moving along the trajectory of ti’s passage.
At this mont.
Jiang Hui wondered if it was an illusion.
In the past, present, or future, wherever ti reached, wherever the flow of ages passed, there existed Chaos Qi.
Moreover, in Jiang Hui’s perception, his body gradually beca unbelievably tall, like a towering Divine Mountain rising from the ground, standing firm in the center of all existence.
But in reality, Jiang Hui quickly realized.
His body had not changed; the world was as it was, all of this was rely an illusion.
Just like a Little True Dragon diving to the bottom of the Dragon Breeding Pool, yet still believing it was still diving deeper.
Unexpectedly, he encountered it right away.
This feeling, honestly, was quite interesting.
Like a mortal becoming delusional, thinking of themselves as an omnipotent god.
Like ripples, the endless radiance sprinkled down, and runes erged on Jiang Hui’s flesh and skin.
The rhythm of the Tao and the Rule flowed, various divine rays of light poured from those runes, shimring brilliantly, looking as if they were tangible.
In his eyes, the scene of primordial chaos opening evolved, countless vast universes were being born, destroyed, and reborn.
Wherever his gaze fell, the void collapsed, stars fell, and ti ceased to exist.
Jiang Hui seed to exist outside of ti, the only True God in the world, traversing an unreal path, leaving behind traces and footprints wherever he went.
The great ages were rugged, the world barren and desolate.
He walked aimlessly, not knowing where the end was or where he should go.
Perhaps this was ultimately a journey with no end; as long as ti wouldn’t stop, his footsteps wouldn’t stop either.
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