Had it grown on its own?
Li Su was somewhat stunned. After all, he cultivated quite a few Great Daos. There were seven primary paths alone, with two Daos each, making fourteen in total. As for the miscellaneous paths, there were undoubtedly even more. Unlike the primary paths, which were at the Great Dao level—each encompassing nine million Dao—they were generally only at the minor Dao level, with merely three thousand Dao each.
Twelve million Dao divided by three thousand came to roughly over four thousand minor Daos.
Clearly, none of them had ever displayed a situation like the Dao of Fate.
Not only that, Li Su discovered that as vast amounts of fortune flowed into it, the power of fate became extraordinarily active. Even its originally incomplete portions gradually began to take shape and grow whole.
Feeling the changes in the power of fate within his body, Li Su was rather bewildered.
Of course, it was not really his fault.
After all, the power of fate was itself an incomparably complex force. The fact that he had been able to glimpse a corner of it through karmic threads was already a stroke of luck. Grasping hold of it afterward through sheer comprehension was something ordinary people would not even dare dream of.
It could be said that even the basic framework he had formed now was mostly the result of blindly stumbling into it.
In fact, it had been said before: Li Su was very ordinary, just a normal person. He was completely unlike those children of the era, and he himself did not possess the ability to pioneer or innovate.
The strength he possessed today was more the result of the bonuses granted by his talent.
He was powerful not because his extraordinary comprehension of cultivation had allowed