Li Ziran had never felt so free. In this fleeting instant, he seemed capable of creating all things, even roaming tens of thousands of miles away.
Yet that brilliant blur of a whip was so irritating. Every time he fused into a new structure, it would smash everything to pieces.
This was his world. He was its master.
But that whip, and the solid thing like a heap of flesh at its end, were invading and destroying it without restraint.
Such desecration could not be allowed.
His form trembled slightly. Clusters of energy freely condensed, becoming a pitch-black shadow in the blink of an eye. Beneath it, the flaming whip immediately dimmed.
"Li Ziran, what are you doing?" By the window, the old man stared at Li Ziran's constantly writhing form, his face filled with shock.
There was no trace of a living being left in Li Ziran. Black vapor rose from his entire body, while the emerald glow stirred by natural force merged with light power, vaguely forming a giant black-and-white silhouette behind him.
This was Elemental Metamorphosis, a void baptism.
He knew that, of course, but something was completely wrong with Li Ziran's condition. He seemed possessed.
He had never expected the energy within Li Ziran to surpass that of any other living being. Yet this shadow brimmed with hostility, as though it meant to destroy and devour him.
That sense of being devoured by nothingness was eerily reminiscent of the strangest Void Wanderers he remembered.
Obsession with the Void Expanse was an affliction.
Throughout the history of the Red Soil Continent, only powerful beings had become infatuated with the so-called freedom of the Void Expanse. The greater their power, the more deeply they experienced nothingness, and the more easily they became lost within its space.
He shouted