Rumble, rumble!
Peals of thunder rolled one after another!
Standing by the river, Li Su chose to stop.
Over the better part of the day, he had killed quite a few demonic beasts and harvested many century-old medicinal herbs.
This amount was more or less enough to last him three to five days, enough to push his strength well past the three-hundred-thousand-jin mark.
Next, he planned to rest here for a few days and focus all his energy on mastering the Eight Trigrams.
While wind, thunder, fire, water, earth, and marsh were not difficult to comprehend, understanding heaven and earth—that is, the twin poles of qian and kun—was no easy task.
Moreover, the Eight Trigrams were not his ultimate goal.
The words heaven and earth contained something vast enough to encompass nearly everything. Beyond the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, there were also the Four Symbols, Nine Palaces, Three Talents, Six Harmonies, and more.
Even spring, summer, autumn, winter; up, down, left, and right.
Even with Li Su's heaven-defying comprehension, forming a complete heaven and earth through mana remained immensely difficult.
Three days had already passed since Ten-Mile Still Lake erupted.
At first, it had seemed like there was an overwhelming abundance—more than a hundred thousand demonic beasts, along with countless medicinal herbs of every kind.
Yet after three days, despite the numbers, more than half of it was already gone.
Of the medicinal herbs alone, at least sixty percent had been devoured clean by the demonic beasts.
After swallowing the herbs, over half the demonic beasts had quickly hidden themselves away to digest the medicinal effects.
After all, the moon was not yet full. Though demonic beasts had a strong urge to attack cultivators, they had yet to reach the point of madness.
And then there were the disciples