The Six-Eared Macaque merely rested for a few breaths before immediately raising its head and saying, "Thank you... Demon Emperor."
His gaze searched, but Di Jun's figure had already disappeared.
The Six-Eared Macaque instantly collapsed on the ground, then feeling uncomfortable, turned over and lay down.
He carefully sensed his current state.
His cultivation was no longer that of a Daluo Golden Immortal; he was just at the stage of having stepped into the realm of Golden Immortal.
However, other traces of paths within him had vanished without a trace, and his foundation was pure and flawless.
He felt unprecedentedly relaxed and in good spirits.
The pain he had just endured was all worth it.
Thinking back to that excruciating pain of the flesh and Primordial Spirit, a flicker of fear couldn't help passing through the Six-Eared Macaque's eyes.
If he had known it would be so painful, he might not have chosen the second method.
