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Huu~!

Letting out a long breath, Li Su smiled faintly.

Without question, this was different from comprehending the Dao in the first trial.

Moving mountains was primarily about understanding—grasping what exactly the mountain above one's head was like.

Then gathering the corresponding Dao resonance to mend and fill it.

It involved comprehending the Dao, but more than that, it was application—hands-on practice.

At first, he had undoubtedly suffered. The first trial had left him with a severe psychological shadow.

He desperately wanted to vomit. It was as though he had developed an aversion to the Dao; whenever he saw Dao resonance, an incomparably intense nausea surged uncontrollably from deep within him.

There was no helping it. Unlike others, he was far too sensitive. Like a newborn infant, every inch of his skin was so tender, and his perception of Dao arts was dozens of times that of an ordinary person.

Every time he touched a Dao law, he gained an insight in his heart, while his mind was continuously drained with every passing second.

The Dao grew larger and larger in his eyes.

It was as though there were no end in sight, as though he could keep walking onward forever and ever.

He was too tired—truly, unbearably tired.

The long road stretched every second into something incomparably lengthy. His mind was too fast, like a supercomputer; even if only a single second passed, he experienced it as a hundred times longer than an ordinary person.

It was like an endlessly spinning lantern of galloping horses. While it was not so long that he could see his entire life in an instant, it most certainly never stopped.

Within the Mystic Yellow Tower, time flowed a thousand times faster than outside.

His subjective experience was several hundred times that of an