Watching Hong walk deeper into the dark alley, a faint ripple surfaced in those Glazed-like, indifferent, seven-colored eyes.
Though, in His view, the Cang Race possessed an innate "deficiency," making their chances of producing one who attained Dao vanishingly slim.
It could not be denied that this race, forged from the blood and bones of three thousand Law Executors and the spiritual essence of eighteen Dao Gods, truly was "the most perfect race permitted to be born within the Dao."
What He considered a "deficiency" was, to the countless beings of the world—or rather, to all life beneath those who had attained Dao—an innate talent far beyond reach.
Though the races of the present age that attained Embryonic Breath also refined starlight, absorbed moonshine, and fused the essence of the sun into themselves, the Dao foundation they formed was always a step inferior to the Cang Race's innate Dao foundation.
No matter how perfect a Dao foundation was, it could only approach infinitely close to the Cang Race's innate Dao foundation.
But...
This person was different!
The Dao foundation he had formed did not take the essence of sun and moon or the radiance of countless stars as its core. Instead, he used them as kindling, refining a point of utterly pure True Self intent that fitted his own heart.
What he sought was "one"—absolute truth, absolute purity.
At merely the Embryonic Breath realm, he already carried a trace of Dao Integration's imagery!
He was only at the initial stage of Condensing One, yet the quality of his mana had already reached the level that ordinary members of the Cang Race could attain only at the completion of Condensing One.
"A variable..."
Let us continue watching.
The emergence of a "variable" was not necessarily a bad thing.
After all, it