Chapter 969: Boundless Transformation

A faint light pierced through chaos, carrying Li Yi’s tiny, dust-like primordial spirit form out, and indeed tore through the creature’s stomach wall, escaping that chaotic space.

“Out.”

Li Yi saw the scene before him suddenly brighten, the chaotic qi dispersing, and he widened his eyes in wild joy.

He never expected that relying on this Fly-Eye Needle, he had actually survived.

But the cost was immense—his primordial spirit flower had nearly burned to ash, all eight petals withered, leaving only a single bud trembling on the verge of dissolving.

Though his primordial spirit form still held its shape, it now appeared dim and insubstantial.

“Incredible—you actually broke through! This is nothing short of a miracle,” said Hua Qing, no bigger than an infant, clapping excitedly atop the tattered Crimson Lotus.

This experience was legendary—a Heaven Soldier-level cultivator had escaped this chaotic space alive; even in his peak, Hua Qing had no confidence he could have survived.

“Now that we’ve left this chaotic space, I should be able to use the Knife Coin—cross realms with it and get out of here while I can,” Li Yi breathed deeply, yet did not relax, determined to put more distance between himself and this place.

“Li Yi, why the rush? Those who survive great calamities are blessed with fortune. Rushing to cross realms now is throwing away a tremendous opportunity—don’t you want to heal your injuries?” Hua Qing hurriedly warned.

“Don’t you dare—I trusted your advice before and ended up like this. I’ve barely escaped; if I listen to another one of your stupid ideas, I’m truly done for.” Li Yi startled and instinctively retorted.

This guy was born cursed—even a Heaven Emperor-level combatant had died because of him. He had no intention of repeating the mistake.

“This time I’m not tricking you. Open your eyes and look ahead,” Hua Qing urgently pointed.

The space here was vast, yet far off in the heavens, a violet radiance shimmered—a river of light spanning heaven and earth, radiating divine luminescence that seemed to pour forth boundless transformative power.

“That’s… a Heavenly River?” Li Yi frowned.

“No—it’s the blood vessel of this monstrous being. Aren’t you badly wounded? Don’t you want to restore your cultivation? Bathed in its blood, you’ll gain the greatest transformation heaven and earth can offer.”

As he spoke, Hua Qing couldn’t help licking his lips.

This creature was undoubtedly a Heaven Sovereign-level entity. Bathing in a Heaven Sovereign’s blood would forge Li Yi an unparalleled foundation—this was the astonishing opportunity granted after his narrow escape.

“You want me to absorb the blood of such a being? Won’t some sudden force just crush me to dust?” Li Yi’s heart skipped.

“Absolutely not,” Hua Qing swore earnestly. “Look at the size of this creature—vast beyond measure. Taking a drop of its blood is like a parasite biting it—you’re invisible. It won’t even feel you.”

“There’s some sense to that,” Li Yi’s expression shifted slightly.

He was too small—so insignificant he wouldn’t trigger even the faintest alert in it.

“Then let’s try?”

He was tempted. His realm and power had plummeted too far—normal cultivation would take eons. Only this unprecedented opportunity could recover his losses.

Besides,

He’d nearly been digested. To leave without taking anything would be unjust.

“That’s the spirit—go now,” Hua Qing urged.

“If you trick me again, I’ll boil you alive. You’re the last Peaches-of-Immortality fruit—I’m sure you’re very nourishing,” Li Yi glared at him.

Hua Qing chuckled awkwardly. “No need for that—I’m truly acting in your best interest. Who knew so many disasters would arise? Sometimes you should reflect—you’re just born unlucky. That’s just how it is.”

“My physical body is dead, my primordial spirit withered, my foundation gone. I hope this creature’s blood can change that.”

Li Yi soon reached the side of the violet Heavenly River.

The violet blood stretched beyond sight, like a surging ocean—hard to believe it was the blood of any being. Around it lay a membrane, like a cosmic womb.

Like the membrane of heaven and earth, it contained the violet sea’s power, acting as a vessel wall.

“The Fly-Eye Needle should tear through it too—it pierced the chaotic space, after all,” Hua Qing said.

Li Yi said nothing, immediately directing the Fly-Eye Needle to pierce the membrane over the violet vein.

Soon,

The effect appeared.

The translucent membrane was cleanly torn open—a tiny, insignificant slit.

Instantly, violet blood gushed forth like a light rain.

Li Yi’s primordial spirit form bathed in the violet blood—and something unimaginable happened: his withered primordial spirit flower instantly unfurled, and phantom petals grew visibly before his eyes.

His ethereal primordial spirit form now glowed with violet divine light, rapidly solidifying.

Moreover,

Even the Crimson Lotus beneath Li Yi’s feet, riddled with cracks, received astonishing transformation—it revived, beginning to grow anew.

The cracks vanished. The Lotus unfurled, radiant with divine light.

“Incredible—the violet blood revived my primordial spirit flower? This is insane,” Li Yi gasped, eyes wide as if seeing a ghost.

“Looks like blood, but it’s infused with Heaven Sovereign-level transformative power—boundless in utility. Restoring your top three flowers as a mere Heaven Soldier is trivial,” Hua Qing said, greedily absorbing the violet mist swirling around him.

Li Yi said nothing, intensifying his effort, using the Fly-Eye Needle to tear a larger opening.

Violet blood surged like a stream, drenching him entirely, enveloping him in violet radiance.

“Are you insane?” Hua Qing was stunned by Li Yi’s recklessness.

But soon he saw Li Yi’s primordial spirit form undergo astonishing change—his spirit flower grew wildly, reaching peak within moments, blossoming fully into a massive violet Dao flower with nine petals—the ultimate limit for any cultivator.

Li Yi’s primordial spirit flower had reached perfection.

Wait.

No—his Dao flower was still growing.

Hua Qing watched: nine was the limit, yet fueled by the violet blood, Li Yi’s Dao flower shattered that limit, blooming ten petals.

This was perfection beyond extremity.

After breaking the limit, his Dao flower grew without restraint—reaching ten zhang in size.

“Tenfold perfection?” Hua Qing’s expression shifted—he seemed to understand something.

After the Dao flower reached perfection, Li Yi’s primordial spirit form now wore a violet Dao robe, radiating divine light, exuding an aura of indestructible immortality.

This was an inexplicable transformation.

Even Hua Qing, a Heaven Realm Heaven Emperor, could no longer fathom Li Yi’s state.

But he was certain: Li Yi’s primordial spirit power had now reached Heaven King-level. The only thing holding him back was his low realm—if not for that, he might have ascended to dragonhood in a single day.

Moments later,

Li Yi’s primordial spirit form stepped out from beneath the violet blood. His spirit now appeared as a true human—flesh and blood, utterly unlike the fading, ethereal form before.

“My primordial spirit form is fully restored—and surpassed its limit, reaching a new peak,” he smiled in excitement.

“Hua Qing, you were right—this Heaven Sovereign power is truly boundless in transformation. I always said one can’t be unlucky forever.”

Li Yi laughed loudly, then turned to look back.

The Crimson Lotus, now bathed in violet blood, had undergone a miraculous transformation—its roots had regrown, anchoring deep into the endless violet sea, probing through the tear to greedily absorb the monstrous being’s energy.

The Crimson Lotus had become a Violet Lotus. Its petals multiplied—originally twelve in the Wildlands, now sixteen, and still growing.

“Your primordial spirit has reached its limit. Quickly retrieve your physical body—perhaps this transformative power can revive it,” Hua Qing reminded.

“You’re right,” Li Yi calmed his excitement, then pulled his physical body from the Crimson Gold Five-Element Bracelet.

His body was shattered, lifeless, devoid of vitality.

To ordinary eyes, Li Yi was dead—beyond saving. But to cultivators, bodily death meant nothing; as long as vitality could be reignited and the spirit returned, rebirth was possible.

He poured violet blood over his body.

The effect was immediate.

His body rapidly regenerated—missing limbs regrew, lost vitality returned. Within moments, thunderous heartbeats echoed from within.

To be resurrected—such power made it seem effortless.

“Already revived?” Li Yi’s eyelids twitched, stunned again.

Rebirth wasn’t surprising—but this speed?

“Hurry and return your spirit to your body. Use this transformation to cultivate anew—who knows how long we can stay here?” Hua Qing urged again.

He too was desperately absorbing the power within the violet blood.

With this power, his fragmented soul mended; his infantile body regrew into that of a youth, a violet light coalescing permanently at his third eye, now bearing traces of Hua Qing the Emperor’s majesty.

“You’re right—miss this chance and you’ll never find it again.”

Li Yi immediately returned his spirit to his body. His dormant form suddenly opened his eyes, cast a spell, opened his mouth, and swallowed the violet mist swirling around him.

BOOM—his entire body’s meridians burst open, lightning coiled around him, violet light pouring from every orifice.

He intended to cleanse his entire body with the blood of this being.

Whether his Golden Dragon bloodline and Thunder God bloodline could transform under this cleansing remained unknown.

But Li Yi’s thought was simple: if needed, he’d shed both bloodlines and reshape his body entirely.