Chapter 77

Thinking thus, the onlookers who were cultivating scattered like birds and beasts.

"Swallow!"

The heavenly tribulation lasted most of the day, and the dark clouds gradually thinned.

Seeing this, Zhang Taixuan opened his mouth and swallowed; immense suction arose, drawing the final lightning directly into his abdomen to refine his five viscera and six bowels.

Only he, having internally refined his five viscera and cultivated the five qi, dared such a maneuver.

Anyone else doing this would surely have their five viscera reduced to ash on the spot, dead beyond redemption.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The lightning surged through his flesh, transforming into roars of beasts; after a while, these sounds faded away.

Zhang Taixuan opened his mouth and spat out a streak of black ash, which fell to the ground.

These were the impurities of his flesh, refined by the lightning.

"Finally, the transformation into a dragon is complete!" Zhang Taixuan stood in empty space, utterly satisfied.

With a thought, he activated the Void Dashing technique and arrived at Tongtian Market in a few breaths, then returned to the Pot World.

"One last trace of world origin remains—use it to ripen the Sacred Spirit avatar."

The Sacred Spirit avatar possesses extraordinary talent, no weaker than the original body.

Once strengthened, it becomes a terrifying entity capable of suppressing the world.

It is also his other life, naturally worth investing in.

With a thought, the Sacred Spirit avatar appeared before him.

The world origin surfaced; the little Sacred Spirit reached out, seized the world origin in its hand, and merged it into its body.

Immediately, the little Sacred Spirit's form grew rapidly.

Its original one-chi body gradually expanded to two chi—three chi, and the small sword in its hand grew from half a chi to nearly one chi, like a long dagger.

Once a stone-embryo weapon, it now glowed with cold light, as if carved from Bai Yu, radiating astonishing spiritual energy.

"The avatar has also completed its transformation into a dragon." Zhang Taixuan sensed it, feeling the Sacred Spirit avatar's strength had reached the same realm as his own, and his core weapon now carried a hint of divine might; he could not help but rejoice, "This sword has no name—named by me, let it be called Tai Xuan Sword."

In the next instant, two divine characters appeared on the hilt of the stone sword—twisted and complex, yet instantly legible in meaning: the script of the Sacred Spirit race.

With the Sacred Spirit avatar, Zhang Taixuan naturally knew the meaning of those two characters—Tai Xuan.

"Perfect!"

"I can change the name of my core divine sword with a single thought, proving this Sacred Spirit's identity is recognized by Heaven and Earth. Thus, even if I later face danger and my physical body perishes, I can still rely on this Sacred Spirit body to attain the Dao."

Thus, all his previous ideas had come true.

This Sacred Spirit avatar had truly become his other life.