Within the Interception Sect's camp, the returned Li Su was sorting through his thoughts, summarizing what he had gained from his earlier battle with Lu Feng—especially the "changes" in himself.
The True Immortal realm had surpassed imagination. That much was certain.
Setting everything else aside, the Heaven-Severing Hand had undergone what could only be called a qualitative transformation. The gap was enormous.
Before, he had used his own power to lever the Dao rhythms of heaven and earth. Now, he directly perceived the rules of heaven and earth before using his own power to pry them loose.
The change was like someone who only knew elementary addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division suddenly mastering higher mathematics. With the same lever, one could shift a large boulder, while the other could raise an entire mountain.
The Heaven-Severing Hand's might had risen to an utterly terrifying level. Before this, if he had wanted to strip away Dao arts barehanded—especially Dao arts at Lu Feng's level, suppressed by the divine essence of Mount Buzhou—it would basically have been impossible.
After all, the disparity between them was right there. An unparalleled foundation alone was not enough to bridge it; he also needed stronger Dao arts. In other words, he needed to unleash a Supreme.
At that thought, Li Su's eyes flashed. This battle had appeared to be an easy victory, but there had actually been many coincidences involved. The most important, without doubt, was that he had completed his breakthrough and formed a world before the other party arrived.
Sure enough, he could not underestimate them.
After all, a world containing trillions upon trillions of living beings accumulating a few peerless prodigies was hardly unusual.
Lu Feng was one such example, but Jiang Feng gave Li Su an even more troublesome feeling.
Though it had