At this moment, Xu Zimo could be said to be enduring absolute agony.
Scorched by blazing flames.
Frozen by icy frost.
Bombarded by heavenly lightning.
Ravaged by violent winds.
Different Great Way Powers were all tormenting him.
Time aged him, space sliced apart his limbs, the Great Way of Strength relentlessly battered his body, and the Great Way of Death coiled around his divine soul.
Before his eyes were howling winds, torrential rain, and rolling thunder.
Countless Great Ways were like countless waterfalls.
This was no longer a simple battle.
It was like an ordinary person standing beneath an altitude of ten thousand meters.
Hundreds or thousands of waterfalls came crashing down from ten thousand meters above.
How could you possibly deal with that?
Lost within the waterfalls, the only choice was to drift with the current.
"No, that isn't something I should be considering."
Xu Zimo closed his eyes tightly.
No pain inflicted upon either his body or divine soul could make him so much as furrow his brow.
It was as though he had lost all sensation.
Entwined by countless Great Ways, this was both a choice between life and death and an opportunity.
It was rare to have such a chance to roam amid countless Great Ways.
How could one million Great Ways advance into ten million Great Ways?
Xu Zimo had actually accumulated quite a great deal already.
Yet he always felt it was not enough.
He always felt he was still far short.
After all, the higher one climbed in cultivation, the more difficult it became.
Going from one hundred Great Ways to one thousand Great Ways only required nine hundred more Great Ways.
Yet advancing from one million Great Ways to ten million Great Ways meant a gap of a full nine million.
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