Whew!
As the last wisp of origin fell into his hands, Li Su let out a breath.
Forty percent!
Though it had not yet reached half, as the origin increased, his fusion with this world continued to deepen. The power he could command, along with his own cultivation, grew ever more astonishing—but at the same time, vast amounts of information poured into his consciousness.
It was not memories, experiences, or anything of that sort.
It was simply pure information—for example, the collision of energies, the fluctuations produced when particles struck one another.
Though he was in the Daluo Realm, and his mind's processing capacity was already astonishing, he had felt nothing much at thirty percent origin. Yet at only forty percent, it was already placing immense pressure on him.
He had thought the most troublesome part of gathering origin would be the Mythical Realm.
Once the amount of origin in heaven and earth could no longer satisfy the minimum requirement of over fifty percent, he would need to obtain it from living beings.
And those capable of possessing world origin would, barring surprises, be those Saints.
Though Li Su possessed plenty of world origin, and his realm was that of the Primordial World's Daluo Realm—far surpassing those in the Mythical Realm—facing Saints would undoubtedly still be rather thorny.
After all, Saints might not possess much origin, but the weight of their individual existence was immensely great.
Even amidst the torrent of the entire world, they were terrifying beyond compare—beings unquestionably capable of directly influencing that torrent.
Under such circumstances, Li Su had to be extremely cautious. One misstep could easily turn him into a public enemy. If things went badly, even the Saints on the Mythical Realm's side could become his enemies. After all, who would be willing to relinquish