What was going on?
Li Su was somewhat stunned. Just a second ago, he had clearly felt his own limit.
This limit was no ordinary limit—not the utmost boundary of one's realm, but the limit of his vessel itself.
How should he put it?
Simply put, the very shell he had continuously tempered and strengthened ever since the Martial Dao realm had reached its limit.
In truth, this alone was already an utterly incredible thing.
Because a Taiyi realm cultivator simply could not bear so many miscellaneous Daos. That was a domain one could only touch upon after reaching the Daluo realm.
It was only because Li Su's foundation was far too solid. In nearly every realm, he had advanced with his head pressed against the ceiling, and on several occasions, he had even smashed straight through that ceiling. This made his foundation extraordinarily sturdy and vast beyond measure.
So although he felt some regret over being unable to bring his ten million miscellaneous Daos to completion, he had not demanded too much of himself.
After all, he could not burst his own vessel just for a number, could he?
Li Su was not someone who gave up easily. After all, the better one forged one's foundation, the stronger one would be after breaking through. He understood such a simple principle well enough.
It was precisely because he understood that he had reached his limit, and that pressing onward might cause trouble, that he had chosen to stop.
Yet who would have thought that, at the very end, such a thing would happen?
Was this something unique to the pinnacle of Taiyi? A special phenomenon that only appeared when one truly touched the utmost extreme?
It was no wonder Li Su thought so. After all, he himself had done nothing,