Li Su frowned, a puzzled look appearing in the power of his pupils.
Bleeding from all seven orifices should have meant her mind had suffered a crushing blow, with the damage feeding back into her body.
But the problem was that her mind still had not returned, yet the injury had already manifested.
That was not normal. Something was wrong.
Earlier, Jiang Tong had said that even if one was killed in the spiritual world, at most they would lose a portion of their mental power. They would not truly die, and would immediately return.
They would indeed be injured, but the prerequisite was the return of their mind.
After all, only their minds entered the spiritual world. Their souls remained within their physical bodies, contained in the Niwan Palace.
To put it figuratively, the soul extended a terminal branch, carrying their sensory cells outward. That was also why Li Su could return by the same route—the mind and soul remained connected.
That connection was not physical in nature, so even though Jiang Tong had taken his mind away, it would not be severed simply because she had left.
Had her mind not detached because it had been forcibly stabilized?
No. These injuries showed that she had definitely suffered a devastating blow in the spiritual world. This girl was supposed to cultivate the Shangqing Sect's Supreme Purity Scripture; perhaps the Great Cavern True Scripture had yet to stabilize her. But instead, she cultivated the Yellow Court Scripture.
Though this technique followed the path of cultivating both nature and life, put bluntly, it was a muscle-brained kind of cultivation art. And the greatest trait of such arts was usually that their practitioners were not terribly bright.
Li Su was reckless too, but he had absurd talent. Even when he had been