Li Su returned to cultivate.
More precisely, he went to resolve the seals he had placed upon himself.
Having cast them too many times, even undoing the seals themselves was troublesome. He could only dismantle them layer by layer.
Naturally, this dismantling could not be done from the outside.
That would cause his primordial spirit to swell excessively, like a mortal who had eaten too much and grown fat and bloated.
It was not that he could not accept being fat for a while. The problem was that the process would take a long time, and the bloating would be far too severe. After all, the primordial spirits that had undergone transformation were all sealed deep within him. Those on the outside were primordial spirits that had yet to transform, and there were a full six hundred layers of them.
If one layer made him swell by a whole round, then unsealing all six hundred would be enough for his Yin Spirit to fill the entire mountain of Demon Refining Palace.
That was too terrifying.
It would be like an eight-million-ton baby sprawled atop a mountain peak. It was simply too horrifying to look at; one glance might give you a stye.
As for doing it from the inside, the difficulty was considerable.
It required a large amount of special substance—Dao Rule patterns—to help break things down, absorb them, and refine them.
Fortunately, before An Ruotong left, she had given him another ten million high-grade spirit stones, a fortune that a rogue cultivator could never imagine earning in a lifetime. It was enough to help him accomplish this grand feat.
Yes, this was a grand feat.
The Divine Cauldron World-Suppressing Scripture was no joke. Its suppression was like pouring reinforced concrete foundations for a modern building. After several layers, he