Facing Li Su, who had returned to his true body, Heartless True Person and the Nine Heavens Sovereign were a little dazed.
Though Li Su had restrained his aura, as near-Saint-level powerhouses, they could naturally sense the surging, overwhelming energy beneath that body.
It was power leaking from the Great Dao. Though there was only a trace of it, it was as heavy as a world.
Moreover, that heaviness was far greater than that of an ordinary Billion Dao Realm perfection cultivator. His aura was still slightly unstable; he seemed to have broken through only recently.
Yet he already carried such pressure just after reaching Billion Dao Realm perfection. That was absolutely beyond their expectations.
Honestly, not even a Two-World Daluo could necessarily exert this kind of pressure.
One had to remember that this little monster before them possessed a supreme treasure. Once he used that thing, his combat strength would likely soar again.
Counting it all up, his combat power was already roughly comparable to that of a mid-stage Extreme Daluo, wasn't it?
Holy shit!
Upon reaching that conclusion, Heartless True Person and the Nine Heavens Sovereign nearly missed a heartbeat on the spot.
It was simply too damn horrifying.
They had only been gone for a little over a month. Even calculated according to the Primordial World's time, it had only been a little more than thirty years.
Thirty years—was that a long time?
It certainly wasn't short. For mortals, thirty years was nearly a third of a lifetime.
But those were mortals, not cultivators—let alone Daluo.
What Daluo's cultivation improved by the year? It was all measured in "sessions"; at the very least, in "cycles," alright?
For instance, "We haven't met for two sessions. You've grown quite a bit stronger?"
Or, "We haven't met for twenty-eight cycles.