Rewriting Reality

The world was too beautiful!

At this moment, it was as though it had stripped itself bare and stood naked before him.

All this time, Li Su had been deeply troubled by the differing rules. It had been far too difficult. Left with no choice, he had resorted to those so-called innate diagrammatic scripts, acquiring other powers and using his soul to call down the supreme Saints.

Though he had gone through so many twists and turns, and though he remained incomparably powerful—easily surpassing the greatest living beings in this world—he had, in truth, still been severely restricted. The situation had not been optimistic. The might of the Saint cultivation methods had been drastically curtailed, forcibly pressed down from the depths of boundless, ethereal clouds until they became mere things of the mortal world.

Yet at this moment, as the Dao Exposition absorbed the Great Dao concerning wisdom—or perhaps spirituality and thought—that he had obtained from the Blood Mosquito—

This world opened itself completely to Li Su. All one hundred and twenty-eight combination locks clicked open at once, and the truth of the world was laid fully bare before him.

Before this, he had been within the mountain, lost where the clouds ran deep.

After this, lofty mountains and flowing waters, clear springs striking stones—within the drip-drop of it all, everything was reflected in his heart.

Hoo...!

Unable to stop himself, he let out a long breath. The heavy shackles that had weighed upon him all this time fell away.

His strength had not increased. His realm remained at its former height.

Yet the alienation that had made him feel like some foreign object utterly incompatible with this world—as though a wall had forever stood before him—was gone.

He had truly become like a being born of this world. His