Mythical Path

Outside, the nine watching this scene—even Skinny Monkey—could not help but stare in utter horror and disbelief at Li Su as he entered the manor. They were shaken to the core.

It was not merely surpassing ten flames. He had truly stepped into eleven flames, breaking the limit of the Ten-Flame Golden Core and entering an entirely new level.

"Fuck, where's the justice in this?"

Wu Wang's face had turned green. How much effort had he put into breaking the ten-flame limit?

Yet he was still stuck on that road, unable to advance.

But what about Li Su?

Two flames. A Three Realms cultivation technique, and he had actually broken through.

Not far away, Du Fei was so furious his neck had thickened. His feelings were impossible to put into words; it was like he'd fucked a dog.

If Li Su had been at eleven flames, at the breakthrough level, would he still have been blamed for that mistake?

He would, but it definitely would not have ended like this.

Beyond ten flames lay the realm of legend, something only reached by people in myths.

It was an incomparably massive threshold. Beyond it lay a boundless, limitless world.

There was too much within it to put into words. Crossing that threshold and failing to cross it were two entirely different concepts.

The gulf between those concepts was even more terrifying than a Ten-Flame Golden Core being able to fight a trash Celestial Immortal.

That one extra flame was a completely different concept!

The power it could unleash in an instant was twice that of ten flames, and its mana brimmed with "rigidity."

In other words, not only in quantity, but in quality as well, it far surpassed ten flames by far too much.

And once one reached the Immortal Realm,