Chapter 421: Spiritual Form (I)
Chapter 421: Spiritual Form (I)
Within the pitch-black demon god barrier, thunderous booms and feral roars erupted from all directions. The place had descended into utter chaos. Endless yaos poured out from the space-time rifts, flooding into this world teeming with life, unable to hold back their excited howls. In an inconspicuous corner of a small river formed by a black, viscous fluid, Lin Zheyu sat with his eyes closed as his body underwent a tremendous transformation.Vast and mysterious energy surged from Lin Zheyu's body, drawing power from the demon river through his legs. Once the energy entered his physique, it transformed into nourishment for his spirit and spiritual soul, driving a rapid transformation. Within his sea of consciousness, the orb representing his spirit and soul grew increasingly condensed, its gentle glow spreading across the entire sea.
At last, when his spirit and spiritual soul reached a certain threshold, the orb trembled. It began to boil violently like water at a rolling boil. Soon, a human face appeared upon its surface, followed by a torso, limbs, hands, and feet. In an instant, the once ordinary orb transformed into a miniature human figure.
The tiny figure bore some resemblance to Lin Zheyu, but only faintly. If he could clearly see the form his soul had taken, he would likely be stunned. After transforming into a human shape, his soul looked almost identical to his appearance in his previous life, though it had begun to subtly resemble his current body as well.
A few breaths later, Lin Zheyu slowly opened his eyes in the darkness. A sharp gleam flashed briefly within them.
"Is this... spiritual sense?" Lin Zheyu's eyes widened, his face filled with undisguised delight.
Within the consciousness space, he had been unable to stop cultivating, yet he could perceive every step and insight of the process as if he were doing it himself. The moment the orb representing his spirit and spiritual soul transformed into a human form, Lin Zheyu fully sensed the existence of his sea of consciousness.
"No, this is not spiritual sense. This is merely a spiritual form condensed after the spirit and spiritual soul reached a certain level of strength."
Lin Zheyu quickly understood the nature of the humanoid soul within his sea of consciousness. Although he had never cultivated the Origin Returning Art, he had skimmed through its sections concerning divine sense. The formation of divine sense did not require condensing a spiritual form.
"What a remarkable sensation..."