Hoo~!
He had spent nearly ten days consolidating.
When he opened his eyes, there was no joy on his face—only an expression too complicated for words.
His origin and fate had basically all been poured into the Dao of Fate.
Without a doubt, he had crossed the threshold into the Daluo Realm. But unlike what Li Su had imagined, the improvement had stopped at the Hundred Million Dao Realm.
More than that, once it reached the Hundred Million Dao Realm, the thing felt like a bottomless pit. No matter how much fate he fed into it, there was not even a ripple.
Faced with this result, Li Su nearly clawed off his own scalp.
No, that huge lump of fate went in—at least let him hear a sound, right? At least give him some sense of how much more was needed.
And what was the result?
By the time he reached the Hundred Million Dao Realm, he had consumed less than half a layer of the fate in his body. He still had a full seven and a half layers in hand.
The previous few times, fate had come easily enough. But this time, he had truly fought a bloody battle. If not for his sudden insight at the critical moment, and Supreme Flesh making a breakthrough, after that battle he would at least have been left crippled at level three, needing three to five months to recover.
In truth, the effort itself did not matter.
But one had to understand—these were Near Saints, not cabbages planted in a field, ready to be harvested crop after crop.
Though he did not know how many Near Saints the Evil Spirits had, there had to be a limit.
And Li Su was not the only one lacking fate. The Emperor Sovereign and