It took Li Su a full three days before he finally let out a long breath and finished digesting the witch script.
Worthy of something at the Witch Clan's level—even as someone beneath the Da Luo realm, it had taken him nearly three days to thoroughly grasp the witch script it revealed.
Had this been during his Taiyi period, the time required would probably have been stretched hundreds of times over.
He rubbed his brow. The drain on his mind had been considerable.
The main reason was that it was extraordinarily difficult to comprehend. A single stroke often contained an immense amount of information. What it outlined was not something simple, but something akin to Gonggong's entire life.
Fortunately, Li Su was merely gaining insight into it, trying to understand the meaning of the witch script, rather than researching and deciphering the content carried within it.
Otherwise, let alone three days—even three hundred years might not have been enough to complete the interpretation.
What an utterly unique power.
This witch script was somewhat like the light of the soul, yet also different.
It was almost like an encrypted document, a lock condensed from highly concentrated information. By imprinting traces of itself, it formed a unique brand.
Li Su could be certain that this script had countless uses and was incomparably wondrous. It could even serve as a vessel for bloodlines. Without question, it was a unique ability of the Witch Clan, one of its core traits.
In fact, even though he understood its structure, he still had no way to create such writing.
Its core origin likely lay within the Witch Clan's bloodline. Without that bloodline, one simply could not wield this kind of script.
That was right. Even Li Su, no matter how astonishing his talent, could not learn