Emperor Jun's soul became increasingly faint.
'Are there still many divine gift packs from ancient heavenly immortals in that Heavenly Dao illusionary realm?'
Li Ping'an opened his eyes, his gaze blazing as he looked toward the gold-grey clouds above.
His heart throbbed with excitement.
He really wanted to know what kind of qualitative change would occur if his Primordial Spirit absorbed those powers.
"Calm the mind, calm the mind."
"Human desires are insatiable, like a snake swallowing an elephant."
"Having Emperor Jun's gift pack has already been immensely beneficial. All that is needed is to break through life and death to become a Golden Immortal, and the Primordial Spirit will naturally take a big step forward."
Li Ping'an kept reminding himself.
Suddenly, a mournful cry came from above, and a tiny Golden Crow burst out of the grey clouds, seeming to rush toward Li Ping'an. But as soon as it flapped its wings, it was shattered by a dark light that struck from the side.
