The Legend of Hou Yi

Li Su froze, his movements involuntarily halting as astonishment appeared on his face.

Sun-Shooting Murals?

At once, this set off a great many associations in his mind. Thinking back, the weapon that fellow had used seemed to be a bow.

And clearly, among ancient myths, there were not many masters who used bows. There was only one—and that person happened to be connected to the sun, having shot down nine of them in succession.

Hou Yi Shooting the Suns, an incomparably famous mythological tale.

At that moment, the other man's face went deathly pale, and he subconsciously covered his mouth.

There was no doubt that he had not intended to say those words. Rather, driven by instinct and the desire to find a way to survive, his intuition had spilled them out on its own.

Li Su's interest was immediately piqued. Those words had clearly been instinctively blurted out in an attempt to save his own life.

Although Li Su had now mastered seven supreme paths, that did not mean he had lost interest in the Dao arts of his first layer.

In fact, whether it was the Great Dao of Saints or low-tier Dao arts, both held great significance for Li Su.

By studying them, he could further perfect himself and make his own Dao ever more complete. The more patterns he could produce, the more he could slightly accelerate his cultivation speed—and the stronger his immortal power would become.

If the Sun-Shooting Murals spoken of by this man truly had something to do with Hou Yi, Li Su was extremely interested. He would not mind learning from them.

To shoot the Golden Crow suns straight down from the heights of the sky—the divine abilities of Lord Hou Yi had to be extraordinarily remarkable. Some of them surely involved