What was going on? Song Ankang frowned tightly. He had thought that within several hundred thousand years, he would be able to fuse ten Great Daos and form the Creation Great Dao—the fundamental Great Dao. Yet at the current pace, let alone a hundred thousand years, even a hundred trillion years would hardly be enough for him to succeed.
Although Song Ankang could obtain such an immense lifespan through the feedback from the Heavenly Book of Fate Defiance, wasting so many years for nothing was unacceptable. Who knew how many unforeseen changes might arise along the way?
Moreover, Song Ankang was a child of fate, and one far superior to ordinary children of fate. He had received special care from the Heavenly Dao Will of the Profound Desolate Great World. For the Heavenly Dao Will to suddenly pull something like this on him—was that not a bit excessive?
Was this aimed at him alone, or at all cultivators?
Song Ankang did not act rashly. Unless driven into a corner, he did not wish to fall out with the Heavenly Dao Will of the Profound Desolate Great World. That would benefit neither him nor the Xuanhuang Merchant Alliance.
Song Ankang began investigating the matter and gathered quite a few ancient texts. With the aid of the entire Xuanhuang Continent, he quickly found records related to it.
According to those ancient texts, before Song Ankang, there had also been exceptionally gifted Dao Masters who fused more than eight rules out of ten. Once they reached that point, their progress likewise suffered a cliff-like plunge—no, not a plunge, but an advance that became harder instead of easier.
No matter how great their talent, no matter how favored they were, and even though many of them had been children of fate, they all fell