The mountain lost its texture.
The black glass seed dissolved into Grand Elder Feng Xuan’s chest bone. Then, the physical world began to de-render.
The polished white jade flat stone slabs beneath Lin Ke’s boots lost their luster. That turned into dull, sharp-angled gray planes outlined in thin, wireframe lines of pale script. The clouds above lost their rough churning, flattening into a low, static ceiling of raw exact symbols.
Nearby, a student looked down at his own trembling hands and screamed.
His fingers were turning semi-clear, the flesh fading to a faint, ghostly outline through which the wireframe stones beneath could be seen with terrifying clarity.
Grand Elder Feng Xuan’s mortal body didn’t simply grow. It unspooled.
His flesh dissolved into a towering, sixty-foot phantom sovereign of swirling gray wind and unchanging jade script. The ghost rose above the pagoda, its huge dark shape blotting out the sky, crowned with seven spinning rings of dark, sky power.
A true, unchained Soul Formation Sovereign Runtime.
