If I exhaust all means, there should still be a sliver of chance.
However, before this, I must block Ancestor Kuju's attack.
At least be able to sustain for over a hundred breaths..."
In Dream Immortal King's eyes was a hint of madness.
*For the immortal cultivator, every step of cultivation is fraught with thorns, requiring an unwavering spirit and relentless pursuit.*
*Pushed to the extreme, she did not give up; instead, a determination radiated from her.*
Hiss, hiss, hiss...
Her aura surged, and from the depths of Dream Immortal King's flesh and blood emerged a brilliant vitality.
This surge of vitality was overwhelmingly powerful, seemingly endless, continually rising within her body.
