The words had not yet finished, and the Sect Hierarch of the Transmigration Cult had already fallen to the ground, unable to rise.
He was dead.
Dead under the dark weapon that terrified the entire Jianghu.
A weapon so terrifying to the entire Jianghu, his death here seemed inevitable.
But again, it wasn't.
Because he was the Sect Hierarch of the Transmigration Cult.
His cultivation technique had long surpassed worldly limitations.
The auspicious clouds dispersed straight away under that domineering dark weapon.
Yet the colorful halo was gone.
It still stood on the Sect Hierarch's shoulders, still behind the Sect Hierarch's head, not tainted by dust despite his fall.
On the contrary, it lifted the Sect Hierarch's body, half floating in the air.
Then, it grew even brighter.
Under the radiant glow, the flowing blood returned to its source, and the sharp cut healed.
In one moment, the Sect Hierarch of the Transmigration Cult was dead.
In the next, he lived again.
