The corpse fell to the ground, and blood spattered everywhere. Those who were close to it all dodged, afraid that they would be splashed.
No matter how powerful you were when you were alive, you would eventually turn into a pile of dust after death, leaving no trace behind.
The extremely dense spiritual light left his body and merged with Jiang Ming.
Spiritual light gathered around Jiang Ming's body and transformed into various forms. They were rapidly condensing and collapsing, as if they were about to form something in the end.
Jiang Ming was also a little curious. The spiritual light around him had already far surpassed others. He did not know what the final result would be.
At the same time, Fang Yue, Huai Mei, and the others had conflicted expressions as they looked at the figure in the sky.
Even though they had expected this outcome, when it really happened, they found it hard to believe.
The potential next sect master of the Immortal Feather Grotto-Heaven, a peerless genius who could be ranked in the top three in the history of the Immortal Feather Grotto-Heaven, was killed with a single attack just like that.
"The world of immortal cultivation is incomparably cruel. Talent and opportunities are all an illusion. Only the prodigies who survive can walk further on the path of cultivation."
Huai Mei thought of what her master had once said, and only now did she finally understand his words.
"Holy Son, are you still not going to attack? I'm afraid the Saint Cultivation Scripture will fall into his hands at this rate…" One of the cultivators from the Ancient Kingdom Blessed Land finally could not help but speak.
At the head of the group, Gu Chi shook his head with a calm smile. "I am still unable to defeat him."
The others were shocked. "Holy Son, your technique has reached the acme of perfection!"
"Do you think he used all his strength just now?" Gu Chi sneered. "Whether it's Mo Feng or the sword maniac, they only forced him to use two-thirds of his strength at most. Maybe he has an even more terrifying trump card!"
"Interesting... I never expected to run into such a person on my trip to the Feather Kingdom…" Gu Chi muttered to himself with interest. "Techniques and magical tools are all external. This person has a solid foundation!"
Gu Chi's eyes flashed. No one knew what he was thinking.
With no one to disturb him, the dense spiritual light in front of Jiang Ming finally condensed and turned into a fist-sized ball of golden liquid. It slowly squirmed, and the spiritual light flowed in it, looking extremely magical.
The spiritual light was completely solidified and finally revealed its final form.
Fang Yue had been staring at the situation above, and his eyes were filled with shock.
Huai Mei's expression froze as well, revealing an expression of incomprehension, as if she had seen something beyond her expectations.
Jiang Ming looked at the object floating in the air in front of him and raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Along the way, the amount of spiritual light he plundered condensed into a square golden platform. It was only the size of a fist. However, it contained endless cultivation runes and was extremely mysterious.
What surprised Jiang Ming the most was that this golden platform looked exactly the same as the Saint Cultivation Platform under his feet!
Fang Yue muttered, "The holy fate condensed by the past experts comes in many forms. However, in the legends, only one thing can obtain the highest recognition of the Saint Cultivation Platform, and that is the true form of the Saint Cultivation Platform. This has never appeared before. I originally thought that it was just a myth. I never thought I would see it today."
