Whenever he reached a certain point, Li Su would stop and continuously adapt.
At this moment, his eyes were glowing, trembling within. The deeper he went, the more radiation he endured, and the greater that trembling became.
The Yin inscriptions on his body shone ever more brightly. Under the radiation of those special golden transcendent particles, they emitted wave after wave of sound. The golden aura of inner force flowing through him grew increasingly abundant, constantly absorbing and gathering, gradually taking shape—as though it were transforming from the virtual into the real, beginning to gain the weight and solidity of matter.
His soul had also suffered an enormous impact. The pain continued without showing any sign of easing, and tiny cracks began to appear. This was undoubtedly a grave situation. The soul was the foundation of the human body, the source of thought. If it truly shattered, let alone for a cultivator, even an ordinary person would suffer an unimaginably severe injury.
Fortunately, whenever his soul showed signs of cracking, the Yin inscriptions on the surface of his body would glow in response. A special substance seeped out from them, penetrating deep along the fissures in his soul and nourishing it.
As that seepage increased, the more pleasant it became. Li Su could feel his soul changing. Its deep-level structure was shifting, undergoing an unknown mutation. The Yin inscriptions on the surface of his body were embedding themselves into the core of his soul in an extraordinarily special manner, becoming compatible with it and altering its structure.
It was awakening!
Li Su took a light breath and sensed the true purpose of the Yin inscriptions.
Under this special radiation, they were modifying the sequence of his soul, little by little changing the structure of its composition.
The reason he felt