Recovery

If the Mystic Yellow Tower were compared to a person, then the third trial referred to its blood vessels.

Because of excessive obesity, its blood vessels were clogged with vast amounts of fat, causing its blood pressure to rise without stop and throwing its body out of balance. There was a serious problem that had to be cleared up as soon as possible.

But no matter what, this was going too far.

Whose fat could congeal to this extent?

Carrying the continent on his back, Li Su vomited blood even as he complained inwardly.

The main reason was that he could not run. His feet were pinned firmly to the ground. He was not ruthless enough to sever his own legs, and more importantly, he was not sure whether, after cutting off his feet, the hand holding him down would aim somewhere else.

The continent was enormous, and it was heavy.

Yet it still failed to crush him at once.

Though bearing it was incomparably difficult, and every second the meridians throughout his body felt as if they were about to explode, so much so that even his Dao Fruit was vomiting blood—

So long as he was not crushed, the mass of the continent crashing into his body rapidly diminished.

After all, it was merely an outward form. What it contained was mostly chaotic power. At the point where the Yin-Yang millstones met, Li Su rapidly dissolved the continent, turning it into an ocean of clear water that fell from beneath his yin-yang energies and flowed without end.

The squeezing was undoubtedly vicious.

But it also gave Li Su a great deal to comprehend.

Everything flowing in that water was the Dao rhythm of the Mystic Yellow Tower. Amid this terrifying collision, he continued analyzing it, reaping gains at