No one wants to die.
Jiang Fusheng was no exception. Even if he was reluctant to give up the Strongest Position, faced with a life-and-death decision, he could only choose to save his life.
"Stop!"
Like a chaos aphorism, akin to a cosmic axiom, just as Jiang Fusheng was about to break through into the realm of Half-step Supreme Powers, a simple word echoed in this space.
"My... my body... my... my cultivation?"
The next moment, Jiang Fusheng cried out in shock, for he found that his body could not move, and his internal cultivation had become dormant.
The most terrifying thing was a mysterious halo pressing on his head, which immobilized him.
"Isn't it strange why you can't move?"
Boom!
Ye Xuan stepped forward, silently appearing before Jiang Fusheng, a faint indifferent smile outlining at the corner of his mouth.
"Heavenly Burial Reincarnation, all things mourn, this is my law and dao. How can you escape reincarnation?" Ye Xuan whispered calmly.
