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Suppressing the urge to look for elixirs to heal his wounds, Jiang Ding held the Taiqing Flying Sword, enduring the intense pain as he descended to the ground and sat cross-legged.
The sunlight shone on the figure of this youth clad in green who couldn't stop furrowing his brow.
Divine Sense and meridians struggled to operate, circulating as they had habitually for over a hundred years, as the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi and Great Sun Essence within a hundred meters radius responded and converged towards him.
Halfway through, they collapsed and dissipated.
"It hurts so much..."
Jiang Ding's face twitched.
His body's meridians were still fine, intact, but his Divine Soul was too fragmented, almost splitting in two, making it impossible to operate the "All-transforming Magnetic Origin Sutra" completely. It collapsed as soon as it started.
But he could not use elixirs.
Destruction and rebirth; creation was concealed within.
