His soul transformed, becoming a primordial spirit.
In an instant, Li Su's sea of consciousness trembled. The patterns formed by ten supreme cultivation arts—the Azure Luan Scripture, Three-Colored Divine Light Scripture, Sword Scripture, and others—floated like cloth directly before Li Su's primordial spirit.
Some became lapels, some became wide sleeves, some became a long robe, forming a primordial spirit cloud-garment as resplendent as a river of stars.
The scripture runes Li Su had comprehended also descended one after another, like stars attaching themselves to the cloud-garment. They resonated with one another, sometimes drawing close, sometimes drifting apart, like the starry sky above—beautiful and incomparably mysterious.
The sea of consciousness rumbled. Its boundless expanse shook rapidly. With the emergence of the primordial spirit, it began to collapse, instead being drawn into the primordial spirit.
Such a transformation should not have happened so quickly. A newly transformed primordial spirit needed to gradually grow stronger; absorbing the sea of consciousness should have taken years, perhaps even more than a decade.
Yet Li Su's primordial spirit was simply too powerful. It had been nurtured by the patterns of numerous supreme cultivation arts and absorbed far too much special matter.
Now that it had transformed, his primordial spirit had become powerful to an unimaginable degree. It lacked the lightness and thinness of a Yin Spirit, which could not even withstand sunlight. Instead, it was like a Yang Spirit—immeasurably solid, with light even spilling forth from within.
If one looked closely and peered deep inside, one would discover that Li Su's primordial spirit was extraordinarily unusual. Special patterns actually existed within it, where innate light bloomed.
That was not the mark of any particular cultivation art, but primordial spirit patterns that could only emerge after a cultivator became immortal and their soul underwent a further transformation.