The Sage had guessed correctly. At this moment, Li Su had indeed fallen into an exceedingly wondrous state.
Neither alive nor dead.
It was difficult to describe.
The world before his eyes was incomparably strange.
Not only that, because of that terrifying great tribulation, he had been blasted apart time and again. Even though his divine consciousness had not completely collapsed, it had reached an extremely perilous limit.
That was—the fragmentation of his personality.
His memories had almost been annihilated amid the lightning, while all his emotions and every experience had turned to ashes.
The attacks of the celestial gods and celestial demons had not only destroyed his memories physically, but also damaged them upon the level of his soul.
He had successfully passed the tribulation and completed his Daluo breakthrough.
Yet in truth, Li Su at this moment had also fallen into an utterly pure state.
Like a newborn infant, like a blank sheet of paper with nothing written upon it.
There was no direction in which to advance, no goal he wished to pursue, nor any memories to sustain his personality.
That was right. It was not that he refused to awaken himself; rather, his consciousness simply did not know what awakening meant. All that remained was a wisp of true spirit, lingering in an utterly unfamiliar space.
The surrounding environment was difficult to describe.
It was as though there was nothing at all, while his true spirit simply drifted within it.
No knowledge, no awareness, no sensation.
This was no longer a matter of who am I, where am I, what am I to do? There was simply nothing.
Thus, he did nothing. He merely remained there blankly, neither advancing nor retreating, inexplicably staying still.
At this moment, even time itself seemed to have stopped.
Or rather,