This bamboo slip was far too extraordinary.
The methods it carried were astonishing, as though they encompassed the myriad Daos and contained everything.
Depending on who comprehended it, the method it conveyed would be different as well.
Even the same principle could be cultivated into utterly different paths.
Calling it a stroke of fortune would not be an exaggeration. This bamboo slip carried only principles, without any specific routes for circulating cultivation. Instead, it would use the cultivator himself to forge the path best suited to him, one that would ultimately touch upon that principle.
As for why Li Su's mind was exhausting itself so quickly, the reason was simple: his comprehension was too high, exceeding the limits of this world. It allowed him to see things that someone at his realm should not see, should not comprehend. That was also why, whenever he woke from comprehending the methods, he felt as if his head were completely empty.
Of course, it was not as though he had gained nothing. In fact, every time he entered and fell into that vast ocean, the memories from before allowed him to rapidly "understand" and resume the pursuit.
Now, he was digging deeper.
Though this bamboo slip bore ten thousand methods and grasped ten thousand principles, all of them evolved to an unimaginable height.
But as the saying went, there were ultimately differences between principles.
For example, the principle of space was clearly greater than the principle of flame. The principle of yin and yang surpassed those of earth and wood.
For that reason, though he was covered and surrounded by that vast ocean, Li Su did not make a hasty choice. Instead, he continued trying, touching upon more, digging ever deeper.
He wanted to find the strongest one among those countless principles.
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