Li Su slowly moved closer, constantly adapting.
This fire was far too tyrannical.
Even with several scriptures protecting his body, it still burned him until he was hopping about.
The fire particles were simply too violent. Each one seemed to have swallowed gunpowder—either advancing through explosions or cycling through explosions.
Sometimes, if a wave so much as brushed him, he felt as though he had been thrown into a powder keg. Explosions went off in succession, blasting smoke from all seven of his orifices.
These fire particles were unscientific.
The power they contained was far too domineering. No wonder people in his previous life had always said that mastering nuclear fusion was equivalent to grasping an eternal source of energy.
It was truly too eternal. So long as two particles touched, they exploded; when there were more, it became a chain reaction. In any case, Li Su had yet to see an end to it. Often, he would take only a tiny breath, yet be blasted nonstop for half an hour.
This was too addictive!
It was even more stimulating than pouring chili peppers up his nose. Even though his fire seed was constantly exerting itself, recording the rhythms within and using them to figure out the workings of this fire so as to reduce the damage to himself, he was still repeatedly taught a lesson by its irregularity.
The core of this fire was astonishing. Within it were Dao laws beyond imagination. Its changes were so unfathomable that even Li Su, a monster whose comprehension exceeded all bounds, recorded them until his scalp went numb.
This fire was absolutely extraordinary.
It was undoubtedly at the level of divine fire. There was more than an eighty-five percent chance that it was Solar Fire.
There was no helping it—the insights he