"How do you see this tournament?"
"How else am I supposed to see it? With my head." Li Su looked utterly speechless. He was not even one of the foreign races—just someone who had slipped in to reap some benefits. As for the grand event ten days from now, his only goal was to get his hands on as many as ten million miscellaneous Dao as possible, then run.
As for things like the Heavenly Palace Token, they had nothing to do with him. It was not that he did not want one; he simply did not dare.
What a joke. Obtaining a Heavenly Palace Token meant being able to enter the Heavenly Palace. And what kind of place was the Heavenly Palace? Deep within the Heavenly Court, right under the nose of an ultimate Da Luo.
Li Su might have had guts, but they were not big enough to swallow the sky. His transformation art was formidable outside, but under the gaze of an ultimate Da Luo, it would be nowhere near enough.
Unlike Da Luos of the billion-Dao Realm or hundred-million-Dao Realm, ultimate Da Luos had, in a sense, already reached the end of the road. The Saint Realm was no longer a matter of difficulty—it was that they had no ticket to enter.
As had been said before, the number of Saint Realm beings a world could bear was itself limited.
Thus, ultimate Da Luos blocked before that threshold, unable to cross it, would inevitably spend years upon years cultivating sideways.
This undoubtedly meant that the fields they touched upon were extraordinarily numerous—body, soul, observation, detection, perception, karma arts, and more. Every one of them would be unimaginably profound.
Li Su was not much of a gambler. He did not even need to think about something like