Although he had found a way to leave, Li Su did not immediately rush into action.
Instead, he sped swiftly in a certain direction. According to Elder Jin's memories, roughly eight hundred li away, in some crater, lay the corpse of Demon Sage Fei Lian.
He had been wounded by Tian Wu, one of the Twelve Ancestral Shamans, and Tian Wu hated him to the bone.
For one thing, their Great Daos clashed—they walked the same path.
For another, Fei Lian had repeatedly harassed Weng Zi, the Ancestral Shaman of Lightning. She was Tian Wu's dearest friend; they had grown up together, like Meng never leaving Jiao, and she had been grievously wounded by him.
On such a battlefield, once one was severely wounded, there was no real difference from death.
Naturally, Tian Wu loathed him. He chased Fei Lian madly through heaven and earth, ultimately blasting apart half his body. The scattered remains had fallen there.
Li Su swiftly found the place in Elder Jin's memories where Fei Lian had been grievously wounded. There was an enormous sinkhole there, carved out by Tian Wu's wind. It was incomparably vast.
The moment he arrived, Li Su's innate patterns reacted. At present, he was circulating Fei Lian's patterns.
He immediately descended, then spread the radiance of his own patterns, bringing them into constant contact with the entire sinkhole.
Fei Lian's corpse was rather dispersed to begin with. After being torn apart by Tian Wu's winds, it had been sliced into countless pieces, swept along by the fierce gale and forming the sinkhole before him.
In other words, his remains were everywhere within the pit.
It took Li Su several minutes of running back and forth across the entire place before he activated all of Fei Lian's remains and absorbed them into