During his time at the hotel, Jiang Xinghai had been in a state of deep seclusion.
Sixteen hours of arduous cultivation. Every breath he took was infused with his obsessive pursuit of power.
Now, the scabs of dried blood on his body were cracking and flaking off.
The skin underneath was as tender as a newborn's, a sight he himself found incredible.
'Is this what it means to be truly reborn?'
A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, as if it could pierce the air and shoot into the heavens.
He could feel the new power within him, seemingly ready to burst forth with boundless vitality.
At this moment, he felt his own transformation—a qualitative leap, an ascension of both his power and his soul.
Having successfully shattered the shackles of the Celestial Destiny Realm and stepped into the Human Emperor Realm, he let out a long sigh.
All his previous efforts had not been in vain!
From now on, his path would be even broader!
