With a roll of five, he could borrow someone else's talent. He wanted to borrow the Micro Cloud Civilization's talent for shrinking infinitely, to speed up the process of refining Dead Silence Power and divine power. It was the only method he could think of.
Otherwise, he would need to spend endless ages refining them, like 矁. He didn't have that kind of time.
Infinite shrinking was the Micro Cloud Civilization's ultimate ability. He wasn't sure whether it counted as a talent, but he would find out by trying.
Fusing Dead Silence Power and divine power was the key to transforming his combat strength. It was also his biggest trump card apart from the Green Light Spot. Only by holding on to this trump card could he better face the Main Dao.
One. Again. Three. Again. Five. There it was.
Lu Yin kept hold of that life-form from the Micro Cloud Civilization. When the die landed on five, the face showed a pattern resembling countless points of light.
This was the Micro Cloud Civilization's talent, as well as its ultimate ability.
He breathed a sigh of relief. He'd guessed right.
The Micro Cloud Civilization was truly terrifying, though. Every member of the entire civilization possessed this talent.
It was a racial talent.
"Human, with our help, you won't just—"
He didn't let it finish. Lu Yin crushed it.
There was no need to listen.
No matter what stance the Micro Cloud Civilization held now, it had once joined the siege of the Nine Ramparts, causing countless casualties at the Fourth Barrier. If not for them, Old Ancestor Chang Chuan could have used Covering Heaven with One Hand to kill Saint Ji instantly, perhaps even changing the course of the Nine Ramparts' war.
That great war might not have been decided