"Dominator Almighty Soul!"
The ancestral true body, towering ten thousand meters high, stood on the Skeleton Land.
Feeling the ample amount of Dominator Almighty Soul contained within the severed limb blade arm thousands of meters long in his hand, Green's hollowed eye sockets couldn't express his excitement. This was the true soul of a dominator!
For Green at this moment, its near omnipotent attribute of communicating reality and ideal was infinitely useful.
Returning to the real Material World?
Possible!
Extending the life of a Stigma Sorcerer?
Possible!
Strengthening the body to forcibly break through one's shackles?
Possible!
Assisting some disciples, relatives, and friends to forcibly break through their life's levels?
Possible!
