Hm?
He drifted through an infinite torrent of information, allowing himself to merge completely with the Great Dao. Flesh and soul alike became part of it, experiencing the Great Dao's deductions and transformations.
The operation itself was undoubtedly outrageous. Li Su had nearly comprehended the Dao to death—he could absolutely be called the first of his kind throughout the ages.
Had his spirit not been special enough, had the flesh bearing certain properties of Supreme Flesh not ensured his immortality, and had he not possessed such terrifying comprehension, he likely would not have had the slightest chance of surviving. He would have been assimilated by the Great Dao outright.
Still, he had held on. Though it had been somewhat forced, he had managed to preserve his sense of self.
Something truly terrifying had happened. Even recalling it made cold sweat break out all over him, leaving him deeply shaken in hindsight.
But Li Su was soon drawn in by the sights around him—the scenes unfolded by the Great Dao—and without hesitation, he immersed himself in them.
As the saying went, solving problems felt great for a moment; solving problems forever felt great forever.
To sink into this ocean of seeking the Dao was simply too addictive. The bliss transmitted through his spirit came in wave after wave of climax, impossible to stop once begun.
Sure enough, humans were creatures who committed crimes for pleasure.
For pleasure, they could do anything—like killing teachers, wearing a brother's clothes, or, well, ahem, ahem.
In short, once something became pleasurable, it was basically difficult to turn back.
Li Su was the same. Before the Great Dao, it was as though a peerless beauty with an angelic face and a devilish figure were gazing at him tenderly, then stripping him bare. What man could endure