A long river, incomparably vast.
It gathered countless stars, suns, moons, and every law and order in the world.
Every mote of light upon it bore a terrifying Great Dao; every ripple carried every principle of the world.
He closed his eyes and listened.
The great river surged on. Within it seemed to echo dragon roars and whale calls, and amid the rising and falling tsunamis, it seemed to bear all life since the primordial myths.
In a daze, he saw dragons soaring through the sky, phoenixes dancing alone, and qilins treading upon auspicious clouds.
There were Kunpengs, Golden Crows, and also Bai Ze and Bifang.
At times, giants threw back their heads and roared at the heavens. They held spears, raised torches high, and beat great drums made from the hides of unknown beasts, producing earth-shaking booms.
Time flowed within it, unfurling an ancient and endless scroll.
The Dao was trembling.
Before that boundless river, before that undeniable Dao resonance, immense bells rang out, each peal piercing the ears and entering the heart. Even a Dao heart as immovable as a mountain could not help but tremble before that which was called "truth," "origin," and the "Great Dao."
His very mind was intoxicated by it.
He wanted to sink into that boundless ocean and never rise again.
A year, ten years, a hundred years.
He had no idea how much time had passed before Li Su awoke from that shock. He could not help but suck in a cold breath, wrenching his mind free from the Great Dao.
The kick was too strong—he had nearly gotten drunk to death inside it.
No, just how powerful was that fellow countryman of his, that big brother of his?
After all, according to Big Brother, he had been tainted by an evil