Merged into the great river, Li Su completely let go of himself.
He allowed himself to fully merge with the heaven and earth within his reach, his flesh and soul continuously sinking deeper into the laws of heaven and earth.
This was not unity between man and heaven, nor was it roaming the Great Dao.
He had completely turned himself into a part of the Dao, immersing himself in it utterly.
This immersion went very deep.
It was not limited to the river containing his body. He had fused into the earth and the air as well.
This attempt was astonishing. A few hours earlier, Li Su himself had never imagined it. After learning that something had been planted in his soul, causing every place he visited to retain traces of him that others could track—
Since he could find no way to dispel that method, he might as well make that scent spread everywhere.
The method was undoubtedly simple—and brutally crude.
Since he could not erase the traces, he would create an enormous number of them.
To do that, Li Su needed to completely elementalize his flesh and soul, spread them out entirely, and merge wholly with heaven and earth, allowing his soul to touch vast stretches of the world and leave countless traces behind.
That had been his plan, and that was what he did.
But as he continued sinking downward, continually spreading himself out and becoming one with heaven and earth—
Things gradually began to change in ways beyond Li Su's expectations.
He became water, wind, light, earth, metal—far too many things. The breadth of the layers he crossed was beyond anyone's imagination.
Transformation arts might be powerful, but ordinarily, they only involved one transformation at a time. Once the number exceeded several, the difficulty would undoubtedly