A Flag Planted on the Head

Sitting within the lightning pool formed from thunder and lightning, Li Su paid no attention to the so-called reward. Instead, he examined the state of his own cultivation.

Whether or not the World Fragment was messing with him, the benefits were undeniably real.

Though he looked a little miserable, combined with the reward bestowed by the lightning tribulation, this breakthrough had been pushed to its absolute peak—far beyond imagination.

Under normal circumstances, upon advancing to the Divine Power Realm, one's mana would first undergo a sudden transformation. The dantian would change drastically, reaching ten times its original capacity.

At the same time, one's cultivation art would undergo a qualitative transformation, becoming a divine power and gaining spirituality.

The spirituality meant here was not merely that a divine power could operate on its own or fight automatically.

Spirituality referred to the miraculous—to its effects.

Its most formidable aspect was likely rewriting reality, turning the impossible into possible.

Why were the bodies of the demon race so enormous? Any one of them could casually reach several hundred meters. Even if extraordinary particles were extraordinarily powerful, they should not be able to let living creatures break through their limits to such an extent. Shaping a body with mana was one thing, but these were genuine bodies of flesh and blood, possessed of terrifying strength.

The demons of this age were no longer like those from the ancient primordial era. Their bloodlines had long since thinned. When every demon was still a beast, it had not actually been so huge.

Take the Centipede Demon, for example. Due to its species being elevated, it had grown much larger. Even so, as a larva, it was only about a centimeter long. Yet after reaching the Divine Power Realm, it could generally exceed a hundred meters in