"This little thing actually looks rather exquisite up close."
What appeared before Li Ling was a tiny, delicate Corpse Kun, roughly an inch long and shaped like a tadpole. There was no trace of its former towering bulk, which had rivaled an island kingdom in size.
This transformation seemed to have something to do with its leap out of the world and into chaos.
The chaos void had neither boundaries nor limits. Space and time were disordered there, and size had no distinction.
It was the sum of all information and concepts, the wellspring of the Great Dao.
When matter entered it, it lost its footing in the material realm, much as a soul did during soul projection.
And when it returned, bearing origin power from the chaos void, it could easily cause all manner of effects upon the material world.
Thus, mighty cultivators often used Divine Journey Through the Great Void to seek the Dao from the heavens, drawing from the void the origin power they needed to continue cultivating.
The Corpse Kun's immense reserves of vital energy and essence had not vanished. Only its dimensions had shrunk.
This was a distortion of the world, and also a distortion within the creature itself.
Li Ling had heard of people who journeyed through the great void and returned suffering cultivation deviation, their Three Flowers and five qi mutating into twisted plants. Others grew scales, tentacles, or bone spurs.
According to legend, even the first zombies, drought demons, and ghostly monsters had originated this way.
The change in size before him was therefore nothing to marvel at.
After staring at the Corpse Kun for a while, big eyes meeting small, Li Ling began considering how he ought to use it.
It had long since become a corpse. Only its ability of