It seemed he had slept for a day, yet it also seemed he had slept for a year.
No one knew how much time had passed. Li Su, lying asleep amid utter darkness, twitched, then "woke" up.
Mmm~~~!
An indescribable comfort surged from every corner of his body along with the return of his consciousness, making Li Su let out a long sigh.
Comfortable!
Far too comfortable!
It was practically like receiving an incredible full-body massage, an unimaginable sense of ease radiating from deep within his bones.
Of course, beyond comfort, there was also lightness!
An unprecedented lightness, an unimaginable lightness.
Ever since he had brought three cultivation techniques above the Tribulation Transcendent Immortal level to mastery, Li Su had begun to feel a trace of pressure. Later, as he mastered more and more techniques, and as they grew ever more profound, that pressure had steadily increased as well.
The patterns of Dao laws were indeed incomparably powerful, granting one unimaginable might.
But there was always a limit!
After all, the human body was not infinite. It could not bear burdens without end.
Especially when one could no longer break through further, when the path of Dao had snapped.
In such circumstances, continuing to cultivate more techniques would bring some improvement, but more often than not, it would become pressure instead—pressure on the flesh, pressure on the soul. There was simply no way to bear it anymore.
Without question, Li Su, who had mastered more than twenty techniques to the Tribulation Transcendent Immortal level, had constantly endured precisely this sort of pressure.
It was only because his comprehension was astonishing and his will powerful that, even with several utterly different patterns inscribed upon a single blood vessel, he could still sort them out without letting them affect him.
Of course,