Problems with Oneself

Again and again and again.

Li Su kept suppressing the images in his heart, trying to drive that unrest from the depths of his mind.

Yet, unimaginably, those images seemed to have taken root in his heart. They could not be erased from his mind, constantly springing up to churn his thoughts.

The more he sought calm, the less peace he found.

Those images were truly a little wicked, as though a layer of greasy filth had been splashed across his heart. Once stained by it, he could not get rid of it.

They even surfaced during cultivation, hindering him.

Li Su did not make any unnecessary reaction to this. He simply suppressed them again and again, tirelessly expelling the filth from his heart.

This corruption was formidable. Seeing it once was enough for it to take root in one's heart, driving one mad, driving one insane.

But Li Su was different!

First of all, he cultivated a Saint's cultivation art, a supreme chapter. The radiance of his Dao Fruit shone brilliantly, giving it no chance whatsoever to seep in and taint him.

The moment it appeared, his Dao Fruit reacted, unleashing vast radiance that cleansed and burned it away without leaving a trace.

Then there was the content of the image itself—it was rootless water, driftwood afloat in the void.

Though strange and difficult to deal with, it had merely flowed across the dimension of time through an image, from another era of civilization.

It rooted itself deep in his heart, producing corruption.

But after all, it was too far removed from him, separated from him by an immense span of years, scoured by the great power of time.

It had once corrupted countless heavenly soldiers and generals in an instant. Those had all been Celestial Immortals, with even