"Could it be that I absorbed too little of the Creation Dao Fruit and too few worms to trigger a qualitative change?"
Jiang Ping An stared at his unresponsive body, his brows drawn tight.
Unwilling to give up, he steeled himself and cut off roughly a tenth of the Creation Dao Fruit.
Then he took several thousand writhing white Spiral Worms from the gourd!
He made the miniature Kun Fish open its mouth again and swallow the large piece of fruit along with the worms.
He hoped the greater mass of energy and worms would forcibly alter his Devouring Talent.
This time, far more energy surged through him.
Golden light burst from within his body in brilliant flashes. It looked as though liquid gold flowed through the veins beneath his skin, while a strange, restless energy filled the Cultivation Room.
The process lasted a full month.
A month later, Jiang Ping An slowly opened his eyes, his expression graver than before.
His body had undergone a few faint changes, and his Devouring Power seemed a little more active.
But it was a hundred and eight thousand li from the "directed alteration" he had envisioned—one that would let him draw out an opponent's Origin directly.
The changes to his Devouring Talent remained vague and uncontrollable, nothing like the result he wanted.
In fact, he could have used his Devouring Power to forcibly absorb the worms' Steal Origin talent.
The problem was that the worms' talent was far too weak.
Even if he devoured every last one, their power would be like a drop of ink in a vast ocean to a God King like him. It could not change him at a fundamental level.
That was why he had conceived this wild idea: use the worms' talent as a primer and