"Master, what the hell kind of technique is this? Some legendary suicide art?"
Taotie was ranting furiously. For the first time, it thanked the heavens for not giving it a beating heart. Otherwise, it truly could not have taken this—it would have choked to death.
Over the course of a single technique, it had felt its master stop breathing twice. His damn heart had exploded, terrifying lightning flashing within like blades stirring about. Just looking at it made one's skin crawl—no, it made one's scriptures crawl.
The moment Li Su finished cultivating, the Taotie Scripture could no longer hold back and rushed forward to unleash a frantic tirade. It was bound to Li Su now; if he died, its own fate went without saying.
Li Su's mouth twitched. Even now, he still felt lingering fear as he touched his brow bone.
Not long ago, there had been a crack there, lightning bursting out from within and nearly blasting away half his cheekbone. It had taken quite a while to recover, and even now it still ached faintly.
There really was something wrong with this environment.
The lightning of the Nine Tribulations Scripture was terrifying, but it should not have been this terrifying. This was truly coming for his life, its power beyond imagination. He himself had nearly resorted to the Heavenly Silkworm Life-Saving Art.
Fortunately, he had endured in the end.
Even the Blood Scripture had damn near overloaded, crackling and smoking. Good thing his talent was astonishing—his understanding of techniques had long surpassed mere practice making perfect, nearing the realm where mastery became instinct.
Just like that, he had cultivated what was originally a Golden Core-level Blood Scripture into dao-pattern textures. Though they could not form a complete dao law, they already had one foot across the threshold of