This flash of insight had nothing to do with the Painting Dao or his recent comprehension. Instead, Li Hao had suddenly thought of qi meridians.
Previously, maintaining the qi meridians he condensed outside his body had consumed enormous amounts of power. They were also easily severed in battle, rendering all his efforts futile.
Qi meridians drifted outside his body like rootless duckweed. But what if he could find roots for them?
Li Hao gazed at the starlight filling the heavens. No matter how he moved, it fell squarely upon his body, unless he found something to block it.
"If qi meridians could shine upon me like this starlight filling the sky, connecting us to each other..."
Li Hao's eyes flickered as he murmured to himself.
His idea was somewhat frightening. A thought vaguely took shape: if he could use the stars of the heavens to illuminate his qi meridians, connecting them to the countless stars overhead, could he give them roots?
If qi meridians shone everywhere like light, what kind of power would they bring?
The more Li Hao thought, the brighter his eyes grew. Though the idea seemed inconceivable, breaking past limits required transcending convention.
He calmed his thoughts and carefully sensed the stars overhead.
But those stars were far away. Though his perception was powerful, and both Spirit Roaming and Fifteen Li had reached the extreme realm, he still could not reach them.
Whoosh!
His Primordial Spirit flew out from the top of his head and shot into the sky.
A divine soul still faced a range restriction after leaving the body. If it went beyond that range and lost its connection to its true body, it would become a wandering soul. Even if it found its body again, its vitality would suffer greatly.
A Primordial Spirit was