As Qi Xiu operated the "Immortal Scripture of Myriad Laws and Primordial Unity," wisps of colorful, immortal light appeared around his body. His entire being suddenly seemed ethereal and intangible, his form flickering as if he were about to ascend to immortality.
His right hand gradually became transparent, then slowly transformed into strands of the most refined and pure Innate Primeval Breath, as insubstantial as they were immeasurably heavy.
Transforming his right hand into the state of Innate Primeval Breath, Qi Xiu silently gazed at the backlash wounds on it. He watched as his hand reconstituted itself from the energy into flesh and blood.
The wound in his palm, which had nearly severed it, had indeed vanished without a trace.
Yet this transformation did not elicit a trace of joy on Qi Xiu's face.
As time passed, the healed palm once again revealed the same horrific wound, unchanged in every detail.
