Li Su's eyes flickered as he looked at the corpse.
Although Bai Ze's patterns would not let him see the future directly, since they had guided him here—and he just so happened to possess Bifang's patterns—the implication could not have been clearer.
As the thought fell, light began to bloom from Li Su's body. The principles of Bifang circulated, a phantom took shape, and flames descended.
Li Su reached out once more and gently pressed his hand against Bifang's remnant body.
In an instant, the enormous remnant corpse trembled. The blood and flesh, nearly extinguished and devoid of life, began to shine with astonishing brilliance, resonating directly with the Bifang patterns on Li Su's body.
Before Li Su's eyes, that flesh turned into light. The mountain-sized chunks of corpse melted away, then surged directly into Li Su's body and fused into the Bifang phantom upon him.
Li Su shuddered slightly, his expression indescribable.
Though it was clearly only a phantom formed from his own power, at this moment it gave him an incomparably vivid sense of life. Clearly a mere phantom, yet it seemed as though it were about to revive. Its wings twitched faintly before it swiftly fell silent again, as if everything just now had been an illusion and no further anomaly remained.
Hiss!
Li Su could not help drawing in a sharp breath. In his eyes, his phantom had done far more than merely flap its wings—it had moved its head as well, as though its gaze had swept over him.
Not only that, he discovered something astonishing: his own patterns had undergone some inexplicable changes.
A few red traces had appeared upon the core innate patterns, entwining with his innate patterns.
Unable to resist, Li Su closed his eyes and carefully sensed them.
His innate patterns