A terrifying strike, as though it would punch through all worlds.
Scriptures coiled around the ancient bell, every character containing terrifying power. They gleamed and resonated, stirring the laws into turmoil and making the Dao principles tremble.
Everything around it fell into chaos, like primal chaos itself, exploding ring after ring. The sound had become almost tangible, visible to the naked eye.
Even Li Su had no choice but to halt before this heaven-shaking blow. He could not simply ignore it. Astonishing pressure bore down on him; before the attack had even arrived, his primordial spirit was already trembling, as if it were about to be shattered by the vibrations.
Li Su's heart tightened, and a grave expression appeared on his face. This man's domain was terrifying. He could no longer be called merely a Yang Spirit cultivator—this was genuine near-immortal attainment. So many of his domains had surpassed their limits. Among all the Yang Spirit cultivators Li Su had encountered, he was the most terrifying.
It would not have been strange even to call him an immortal suppressed by the environment here.
Li Su did not dare to be careless. The person before him was entirely different from the powerful foes he had faced before. In the realm of techniques and spells, he had reached heights beyond the reach of ordinary Yang Spirit cultivators.
The patterns of his flesh lit up. At this moment, Li Su fully activated his Nine Li bloodline, and his Heaven-and-Earth Dao Body shone with astonishing brilliance.
Within his body seemed to lie a world. His meridians and muscles were mountains and rivers, his blood rivers and oceans, layer upon layer, nurturing a vast age of its own.
Thunder rumbled. Those were the patterns of the Nine Tribulations Scripture, now circulating under Li Su's command.