"Not enough,"
"Far, far from enough. This kind of potential..."
Jiang Ding stared at the weed covered in countless Immortal Dao Runes and spiritual veins.
At that moment, he deeply felt the shackles binding Demon Race lifeforms.
Whatever one's Innate Bloodline was, that was what one remained afterward. Surpassing one's limits was far too difficult; one could only evolve and strive generation after generation, unable to reach the destination in a single generation.
The sole advantage was a stable, orderly inheritance.
If this weed of his had descendants in the future, they would naturally be holy sons, born powerful. They would never face the predicament of Human Race powerhouses leaving no successors behind, and could easily multiply into a powerful Quasi-Immortal Race.
But this advantage was utterly meaningless to a Human Race Sword Dao Heavenly Talent!
Nothing but drawbacks!
At that moment, Jiang Ding deeply understood how the frail Human Race had become the Hegemonic Race of the Endless Starry Sky. This race possessed far too many possibilities.
"With such potential, the utmost would only be the limit of eight steps. Even reaching that would require heaven-defying luck."
"What use was it to me?"
Jiang Ding spoke indifferently.
Clang!
Within the Great Sun Sword Son's divine soul, a transparent, colorless flying sword appeared, shining like sunlight. It descended upon the weed, upon the Dao technique organs unique to Demon Race lifeforms.
All Demon Race lifeforms possessed Dao technique organs.
That was humanity's term for special organs containing magical abilities. A Wolf Demon's sharp claws, a bird demon's wings, a fish demon's scales, and so on all counted as such, each possessing its own mysteries.
This weed's Dao technique organs were its two sharp blades of grass!
Buzz!
In an instant, the essential nature of the most important Destiny Magical Treasure