This time, he had been roasted for a very long time.
Though he had not been roasted alive, he had truly been cooked through and through, inside and out—the kind where even shattered bones were scorched black.
Even the river had been burned through, nearly collapsing.
Had Li Su's foundation not been strong enough—his innate Dao patterns already nearing the terrifying number of thirteen million—and had his recovery not been extraordinarily fast; had the primary Dao patterns for his next realm not all run in pairs, each one at the level of supreme Dao arts, bringing the total directly to one hundred and twenty-six million—
It could be said that, with this whole series of BUFFs bolstering him, he had at least managed to endure it, constantly wrestling back and forth with that terrifying heat at the very limits of his endurance.
The entire process had undoubtedly been agonizing, but the outcome was fairly good.
After roughly three months, he adapted.
His body, soul, and even his Great Dao had all improved. And this was not an improvement in height, but in strength.
The increase was not particularly great. After all, whether it was his Great Dao, soul, or physical body, their purity had already been extremely high. Cultivated through supreme methods, they had been born standing at the very peak.
This time, they had improved by roughly two percent.
Of course, that two percent was not to be underestimated. Take gold—let alone two percent, even a fraction of a percent could make the price completely different, a gap of several times over. Therefore, if Li Su had relied on himself, even after forming a world and entering the Extreme Daluo level, it would have been difficult to achieve in a short time. He would have needed vast amounts of