His face was pale and emaciated, covered in wounds that oozed blood. His eyes were wide with terror.,Fortunately, he had cultivated the Heavenly Dao Scripture. At the moment of his demise, he seized a sliver of life force and a wisp of his soul. For three thousand years, he struggled in the bitter sea of the Immortal Realm, finally achieving transcendence and gaining rebirth.,"Yang Wujie, you all wait for me! When I regain control of creation, I will make you pay dearly for what you have done!"。