The world's affairs mostly followed one rule: too much of a good thing was a bad thing.
When Lu Li woke up early the next morning, his thoughts felt a little hazy, as if he were still in a state of "Object-Self Forgetfulness."
This was naturally because he had listened to too much Sitabo Vana.
Adults produced small amounts of these brain waves only when they suffered setbacks or were extremely frustrated, using them to regulate stress.
But too much had the opposite effect, causing people to suffer from depression.
Lu Li had learned this online, but those Rogue Cultivators in another world, with no legacy to guide them, surely had no way of knowing.
If they broke through Thoughtless Meditation and immersed themselves in Sitabo for a long time, they would most likely develop mental illnesses.
"What a huge trap... Not a single word about it in the books buried with the dead!"
Lu Li realized this was... a tacit, deliberate arrangement.
In a transcendent world, transcendent knowledge was surely kept under lock and key to consolidate the class system.
The higher one's cultivation, the more obvious this became.
"By rights, I should find a faction to join, but I have too many secrets."
Not to mention the magical treasure in his Sea of Consciousness, Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio had also said that cultivators' souls were extremely useful.
With no backing of his own, joining a faction would probably be even more dangerous and troublesome.
"Worrying won't help. I'll raise my cultivation first, then adapt as things come."
Lu Li rubbed his head and picked up the phone beside his pillow to check the time.
But the moment his gaze swept over it, a jumble of ripples appeared on the screen, as if it had been interfered