The Prime Tower was shaking within his lifebound space, causing boundless white light to seep out and around his body, then concentrate at his back, covering his bloody wounds and speeding up his regeneration.

By now, the Grand-Orient Sword had fused with the blood of the Li Saint Clan's ancestors, as well as Tianming's own. He could feel his bloodline linked to the sword. Now, it was no longer just a sword, but a part of his body through which his blood flowed.

Despite his spine having almost been broken, he still managed to stand up and grip the tip of the sword tightly with his left hand. Yueling Long couldn't thrust it in, nor could she pull it out. Her expression changed as she noticed that Tianming came out changed from his deathly trial. The unwavering fighting spirit within his eyes was about to burst out.

"Yueling Long! We’re but mere mortals with the highest of ambitions, but there's no need to think that we must be able to dominate...