Li Fuyuan held fast to himself. Every clash with the Great Chaos lifted him once toward the Upper Layer, but the pressure he faced also increased accordingly.
Fortunately, the aura of the Mystic Chaos Cicada seemed to rise with the tide as well. No matter how much Great Chaos aura came surging in, it could hold firm against it, allowing him to dissolve and comprehend the principles of the Great Dao within it, using them as sustenance to propel himself forward and keep from falling.
Yet even as he experienced his swift ascent, he felt as though he were treading on thin ice. He could not slacken in the slightest here. If he failed to keep up even once, the two forces would crush him.
If continuing like this would allow him to reach the Upper Layer smoothly, then all would be simple. But although he could see the name of the higher realm hanging there, he could sense that the place itself was truly far too distant from him.
He ultimately had his limits. For now, he could remain steady through his past accumulations and his understanding of the Dao of Chaos, dissolving principles at any time and place. But if he failed to find the path upward before reaching his limit, he would be cast aside, perish in the fall, or lose himself upon the path of ascent.
He could already feel that dissolving those principles was becoming increasingly difficult. Judging from his present state, he feared he would be unable to hold on before he could seize that higher name—unless he could find a "shortcut" leading there.
This "shortcut" was in fact the proper road, the sole path most suited for him to travel. Only by finding it could he rush in one burst to the Upper