That was him.
Beyond that, in the depths of darkness, there was an enormous being.
It was a jet-black Qilin, with a pair of Qilin Horns atop its head. Its face, riddled with bony protrusions, exuded ancient majesty. Golden vertical pupils burned brightly, while black scales along its body opened and closed, emitting a rolling, chilling ghost energy.
Though it was another creature, it was also him!
Both the humanoid form and the Qilin form appeared frail, weak to the extreme.
Gu Jianlin could only sense a faint trace of spirituality lingering within both.
Like a star in the night sky—infinitesimally dim.
At the same time, strands upon strands of spirituality, clear and flowing like a cool spring, began to spread forth from the darkness.
It was colorless and odorless, as pure and cool as water, nourishing the boundless desolation of the void.
Gu Jianlin focused intently, guiding the stream of spirituality to flow into his body, saturating him entirely.
