"Flying Immortal Light? Is this the Flying Immortal Art?"
Li Qingyue froze.
She had never imagined that she really would gradually set foot on the Ruthless Great Emperor's path.
At least now, she possessed the rudiments of the Myriad Transformations Sacred Art, the Self-Slaying Dao-Illuminating Art, the Only I Am Supreme Art, and the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Art.
As long as she accumulated enough in the future, these arts would inevitably transform step by step into peerless techniques.
Flying immortal?
Feeling her dantian stabilize as nine vortices revolved around the light of her will, Li Qingyue opened her eyes again.
She raised her palm slightly, and strands of white light flowed across it.
That white light consisted of countless densely packed vortices.
Within every vortex, the light of the five elements, life, and death cycled endlessly, devouring everything.
Humm!
At a thought from Li Qingyue, the white light abruptly began to transform, forming a divine mountain.
Its might was even vaster than that of the divine mountain manifested from the Five Elements Emperor Script she had comprehended.
Then the white light kept transforming above her palm, assuming all manner of shapes.
It seemed capable of manifesting endless methods of attack.
Of changing into every possible form.
This was the nature of light: it could undergo a thousand changes and ten thousand transformations.
But her accumulated foundation was still insufficient, and she lacked divine power, so she could only manifest methods of attack related to the five elements, life, and death.
Pfft!
Li Qingyue raised her hand. A beam of white light erupted from her fingertip and pierced straight through the ground beside her, leaving a hole whose bottom could not be seen.
Its offensive power was astonishing!
Then she spread her palm, and five-colored light swirled around it. Every object nearby