'Hiss, so painful.'
Wang Jixuan gasped.
Then he discovered, he seemingly couldn't breathe.
He sat up abruptly, finding himself seemingly in the starlit sky, surrounded by nothing, only a faint gray starlight floating in front of him.
He instinctively touched his chest.
There was an upward sloping wound, which tore his Immortal Body, that sword had penetrated his Primordial Spirit.
The most critical part was that he never expected, the Power of Heaven could actually be used as a special kind of mana, directly affecting his Primordial Spirit.
Had it been before, Wang Jixuan would probably have cursed a few times;
Now, his first thought was that his death seemed to have its significance.
At the very least, it proved to other beings in the Immortal Realm that this method of the Heavenly Dao Worm could be used on him, it could also be used on others.
Every expert feared for themselves, thus providing the basis for resisting the Heavenly Dao Worm.
'Am I dead?'
