Li Qing examined the seed of his Principle of Civilization and discovered that it had grown twelve rootlets!
Each rootlet branched into countless smaller roots, which intertwined and linked together.
These roots formed a perfect network, but as he observed them, Li Qing also noticed a problem.
The Primordial Spirit had a limit!
The Primordial Spirit was filled with dharma power. Even stabilized by the embryonic form of surface-level logic, it still felt swollen.
Dharma power was subtly influencing the Primordial Spirit, guiding it toward a qualitative transformation.
Yet this transformation seemed stuck at a certain threshold, unable to advance any further.
A thought arose in his mind. My Primordial Spirit's transformation is still missing something before it can truly become a perfect Dharma Form!
Just as Li Qing was observing the changes in his Primordial Spirit, a mysterious phenomenon silently appeared around him!
He felt his consciousness suddenly sink into darkness. Everything around him became pure black, without a single trace of light.
His heart immediately tensed. An immense crisis was drawing near.
Every time he broke through a realm, this unknown phenomenon would appear.
He had never figured out what exactly it was.
In the past, he had believed it was caused by the anomalies of the Dark Side and Bright Side spacetime.
But now that he had entered the Dharma Form Realm and truly condensed the embryonic form of surface-level logic, he was certain that this was absolutely not something the Dark Side and Bright Side could produce.
Vaguely, he sensed an aura of The Indescribable.
Only because his surface-level logic contained a trace of information about The Indescribable was he able to sense this strange change.
His expression turned incomparably grave as abnormal changes began emerging from the darkness.
An enormous, deathly pale human face surfaced