This guy was impressive.
Though he had been killed by karma for spying on the supreme chapters of the Saints, he was still undeniably extraordinary.
Ordinary people simply had no way of glimpsing the Seven Saints' Orthodoxy hidden beneath Li Su's body. Not only had it seen them, it had actually rendered and reflected them into a painting, intending to write them down.
That was no small feat.
Its ability was undoubtedly astonishing—so astonishing it bordered on the inconceivable.
Spying on the supreme truths of the Saints was like a three-dimensional lifeform trying to peer into a four-dimensional one. The threshold alone was enough to drive one to despair. The backlash it suffered proved that it had indeed touched upon a sliver of truth and recorded a wisp of sacred Dao script. Otherwise, it could not have provoked such a terrifying counterattack.
The world was shattering.
Great swathes of mirrored images fell away. Its painting, its power—everything was collapsing.
What was that?
As the world itself caved in, something beyond it was exposed.
The sight was strange. It was like a point of light from which countless lines spread outward, wrapping around the entire world.
And at the heart of that point of light, Li Su saw relic beads.
There were three in all. In other words, this thing had possessed one chance at resurrection.
Unfortunately, it had not been able to use it.
It had touched upon the supreme truth of the Saints and had been directly annihilated.
Was that its sea of consciousness?
Or were those its remains?
This being existed in an entirely different manner from creatures of flesh and blood. Naturally, the corpse it left behind after death was different as well.
A trace of curiosity appeared on Li Su's face. Unable to resist, he flew