Deeper, ever deeper.
His range of vision was shrinking, and his speed was dropping as well.
This was not because he had slowed down, nor because he had withdrawn his divine sense. On the contrary, he was moving faster, and his divine sense had spread even farther.
At his current speed, in the void of the universe, he could probably cross an entire galaxy cluster in a few blinks. Yet here, with nearly every passing second, his speed was falling.
Very soon, he could not even maintain the speed of light, dropping straight back into Mach speeds.
The transcendent radiation was far too dense.
So dense that Li Su did not even dare fully unfurl the Kindling Flame Banner. The instant he did, he would likely be contaminated at once—and it would be the kind of contamination that even his Great Dao could not withstand.
In fact, the infiltration was already severe. The flesh and bones beneath his skin had undergone extreme distortions, and even his soul had been affected, undergoing some bizarre transformation.
Fortunately, he possessed the Saint Supreme, and had both flesh and soul.
More than that, the five Supremes within him were helping him suppress it. Only then had he barely managed to restrain it and avoid an irreversible outcome.
Of course, alienation itself was nothing much.
What was truly terrifying was the pain. The feeling had become indescribable, piling up to the point where even Li Su's mind could not help but let out a mournful cry.
This was their Dao—the real Dao.
The external alienation was all illusion. Everything he saw was merely the result of his sight and spiritual senses being distorted.
The true essence was suffering—indescribable suffering.
It was as though he carried a millstone named Misery upon his body. Every second brought