Huff, huff!
Li Su was exhausted—truly exhausted.
Unraveling the power of a billion-Dao-Realm Da Luo was not work one person should be doing.
The sheer number was too staggering. Though he had sensed from the beginning that this would not be easy and had mentally prepared himself, once he truly got his hands on it, he realized he had still underestimated it.
A full nine hundred and sixty years!
With less than forty years remaining out of a thousand, he had only just managed to identify the hundred and forty primary Daos.
The instant he succeeded, Li Su did not even have time to say a word before plunging straight into a deep sleep. He slept for a full two months before finally waking up.
Looking back on the memories of those nine hundred-odd years, Li Su found them impossible to put into words, his face utterly numb. Even if it killed him, he never wanted to do something like that again.
The entire process had simply been too dull. It had even made Li Su realize for the first time that not everything related to cultivation was necessarily interesting.
Especially this Da Luo—the Daos contained within his divine abilities could only be described as boring beyond belief.
Cultivators displayed differently according to their innate gifts.
The strongest among them were undoubtedly the dazzling, peerless geniuses. Those who created their own cultivation methods and stood above countless others belonged to this category.
Then there were those blessed with exceptional talent, geniuses at learning, or people with extraordinarily high comprehension. Li Su belonged to the exceptionally gifted sort; blessed by the world itself, his comprehension was astonishing.
Below that came the superior talents, the talents of the masses, and so on.
Beyond those, there was another kind: diligence making up for