"How is it progressing?" Lu Ye asked.
Chen Wulei sighed. "I'm ashamed to say that I have let down Old Tree and the Realm Master Gu's trust. I have squandered time for nothing and wasted quite a few Dao Bones."
The plan to forge a Merging Dao cultivator had begun several years ago.
Chen Wulei had already attempted to break through several times, but unfortunately, he had never succeeded. Not only had he depleted all the Dao Force he had painstakingly accumulated, but his Dao Bones had also suffered slight damage. Each time, he had to recuperate for several months before starting over. Three months ago, he tried once more—and failed again!
He did not care about the damage to his own Dao Bones. What he cared about was the wasted Dao Force.
Ever since this plan had been put into motion, he had not gone out to kill enemies again. Granted, with his strength of Nine Dao, no invading enemy could match him one-on-one, but killing enemies also consumed energy.
Thus, he had remained here. The Dao Bones he refined were supplied by the entire war fortress. Of the Dao Bones hunted by over eighty Dao Entry cultivators, half were sent here for him to refine.
Seeing his expression, Lu Ye knew he was under considerable pressure.
For the current starry sky, Dao Force was not easy to obtain. Every Dao Entry cultivator needed it, yet half of the Dao Bones everyone hunted had been sent back for his sake, while he kept failing again and again.
This state of affairs would not do. If it continued, his chances of success would remain very low.
Lu Ye directly sat cross-legged before Chen Wulei. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Brother Chen, guess what my cultivation is now?"
"Merging