Lord of Nirvana and the others had already left, but Li Su was in no hurry to go out.
Not only did he not leave, he instead turned and peeled back the Kindling Flame Banner wrapped around him slightly, revealing a narrow gap.
The next instant, astonishing radiation seeped in and fell directly onto his body.
There was not much of it, but its power was immense. Almost instantly, it twisted his flesh and blood, causing an extremely severe mutation. His body began to turn transparent, as though it were about to vanish.
Li Su silently watched the changes appearing on his body, continuously sensing them.
This power was very empty.
Its essence was difficult to describe directly. It carried a sense of nothingness, yet it was not truly nothingness. How should it be described? It was like a person suddenly arriving in a place where one could not see one's own fingers, unable to see anything or feel anything.
Other than still being alive, everything else was fading away.
This Dao was quite special. Who knew what the former master of this forbidden land had experienced to comprehend such a power.
Nothingness, solitude, emptiness...
There was nothing superfluous to it, yet from the depths of the soul, it constructed a cage—a cage of utter despair.
Feeling the sensations transmitted by this power, Li Su's eyes flickered continuously, and his fingers could not help tracing patterns through the air.
He was learning. By sensing the other party's power, then through his own perspective and method, he sought to write out this power.
He wrote very slowly.
After all, even if the energy had weakened, its creator was still extraordinary—a being who had set foot upon the Great Dao, a supreme figure who had found the direction of his own Dao