Looking at Li Su, the woman wore a strange expression.
It was not that his choice was strange. In fact, any cultivator with ambition would choose the first option without hesitation.
After all, to cultivators, cultivation was a struggle for life itself. Since they were already fighting for their lives, where could safety possibly enter the picture?
It was simply that Li Su's emotions and expression were far too odd.
There was no righteous fervor, no overwhelming confidence.
There was only utter disdain and extreme reluctance, as though he had been forced into it with no other choice.
How could he not disdain it?
With Li Su's talent, becoming a Daluo Realm cultivator was no harder than eating or drinking. What he cultivated was the Great Dao of the Seven Saints. His Dao had already been established from the Earth Immortal stage onward. To him, reaching Daluo was merely a matter of time.
What he was doing was no longer risking his life for a few hundred dollars in wages. It was like abandoning a fortune worth hundreds of millions to go to war as a mercenary.
This was no longer a matter of faith. It was sheer madness.
But he had no choice!
Leaving aside the powerful enemies and pressure beyond Mythical Realm, even the situation in the Eastern Domain was enough to leave Li Su deeply shaken.
Did they really think a billion-Dao Realm cultivators were plentiful?
They were not!
Across the entire Mythical Realm, there were several hundred Daluo Realm cultivators. Less than a tenth were at the limit of Daluo, and likewise less than a tenth had reached the billion-Dao Realm. Most of the rest were at the hundred-million-Dao Realm or the ten-million-Dao Realm.
And what had happened?
The moment he entered, he encountered a billion-Dao