Ah~ ah~ ah~!
Don't misunderstand—this wasn't someone practicing high notes, nor was it the sort of thing that came from diligently propagating the next generation.
These were purely screams of agony, wave after wave, one climax after another, horrifying to hear.
For a sound this miserable to be made, one had to have torn one's throat to a certain extent, suffered pain beyond endurance to a certain height, and been terrified to a certain level.
Rubbing his brow, Li Su walked along the road, a headache brewing.
Naturally, the one screaming wasn't him, but that old Daoist.
Honestly, with the current situation, after all his calculations, this was one move he truly hadn't foreseen.
A mature theory, concrete procedures, thorough preparations—and before this, he had read dozens of papers documenting actual practical trials to make corrections and improvements.
He had considered compatibility, considered adaptability, and treated safety as the highest priority, carefully preparing dozens of contingency plans and safeguards.
Yet he alone had failed to anticipate that the other man's screams would be so earth-shattering and awakening.
What depressed Li Su most was that he couldn't avoid the sound, because it came from his Thirty-Six Diagrams—from the core of his Dao Fruit.
After capturing the old Daoist, Li Su had spent quite some time extracting the other man's Dao laws.
The process had naturally been brutal and spectacular. In short, the old Daoist had died a truly miserable death.
Then Li Su began his experiment, using the man's Dao laws to temper his own—not absorption or devouring, but tempering.
To make an analogy, it was like two whetstones, one upright and one inverted, grinding against each other.
Through this close-range "bloody clash," he could accelerate the formation of his own Dao laws.
The result was undoubtedly the orthodox path of