Vomited from Enlightenment

Shivering, trembling.

Time flowed at a ratio of one to a thousand.

One second outside was a thousand seconds within.

One day outside was three years within.

In the blink of an eye, a week passed.

Li Su, who had entered the Mystic Yellow Tower, had already spent a full twenty-one years inside it.

Twenty-one years—that was 252 months, 7,560 days, 181,440 hours, and 10,886,400 minutes.

There was no need to calculate the seconds. There were simply far, far too many.

Lying prone on the ground, Li Su trembled without stop. If one had to describe him at this moment, he was gaunt as kindling, with one foot already in the grave!

His mind and spirit were almost completely exhausted.

Lying there and staring at the radiant Dao script not far away, Li Su shivered uncontrollably.

Reading the Saint's Great Dao, the supreme chapter, should have been the ultimate enjoyment—an elevation of one's life. One could roam within the Saint's path, experience the boundless beauty of the ultimate Dao, and, from another angle, be led by the hand by the Saint to see the world. The Great Dao would be dissected, its strands sorted out one by one, with guidance given every step of the way.

It should have been like a Manchu-Han Imperial Feast. Normally, all one ate was greens and radishes, yet in an instant, one's whole being would be elevated.

But, but—

You couldn't do it like this!

A person couldn't eat a Manchu-Han Imperial Feast for every single meal, could they?

It was delicious, sure, but it was greasy too!

Especially when there was breakfast, morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, evening tea, and then another late-night meal.

Seven meals a day.

And 108 dishes per meal.

Who could endure that?

What was more, Li Su