Of course, while the reactions of the beings in the Central Star Region had surprised Li Su, and the damned situation back in the Primordial World had him worried sick, he still had to go back.
After all, not only was his entire family over there, but Li Su dared not forget what he had seen inside the intestines of the Heaven-Opening Saint.
Staying in some remote corner might bring temporary peace, but it could never bring peace for a lifetime.
His current lifespan could practically be said to rival the cosmos itself. He was nearly immortal and indestructible. Once Wrath broke through its taboo one day, neither the Primordial World nor these outer star regions would escape destruction.
So if he did not want to die, he could only fight with everything he had.
He was already at the hundred-million Dao realm, not far from the very summit.
There were many things he could begin preparing.
Although the emergence of the alien races and the arrival of thirty-three Saints had placed immense pressure on him, it was only pressure—troublesome, certainly, but not enough to drive Li Su into despair.
Though he was currently only at the three-hundred-million Dao realm, even billion-Dao realm opponents put far less pressure on him now. Li Su had a feeling that if he could reach the five-hundred-million Great Dao realm, he should basically be able to fight them.
He simply possessed too many innate Dao patterns. Even Ultimate Daluo who had accumulated strength over hundreds of thousands of years fell far short of him in that regard. This was his greatest advantage.
Then there were the supreme treasures, and not just the Kindling Flame Banner.
Li Su knew that Saint treasures such as the Pangu Banner, the Taiji Diagram, and the Green Duckweed Sword