Before this, Zhao Cheng had been a Banner Commander, commanding 250 men. But after the main force was routed, he had fled with over two hundred men, only to be hunted down by the Tiger Leopard Cavalry all the way. Three days ago, Wu Qi's captain, Wu Yuan, had led twenty-five men in a surprise attack and crushed Zhao Cheng's 192.
The missing men had been separated during the rout, while some had already been killed.
Zhao Cheng himself had had his Dao arts broken by Wu Yuan's Killing Intent, his soul wounded. A few seconds ago, his soul had scattered and vanished.
Zhao Cheng's injuries were no secret among this routed army. That was also why Zhao Cheng had opened his eyes directly instead of first immersing himself in cultivating the Yellow Heaven Great Method.
The power of Dao arts was tied to fate, but also to one's understanding of the Dao arts themselves. As for Zhao Cheng, the moment he learned of the Yellow Heaven Great Method, he had already deduced it to the highest realm of the thirty-six ranks and brought forth the new from the old. Nor had that been the end of it—he had also deduced the later realms of Great Luo, Primordial Unity, and the Supreme Dao beyond Primordial Unity. All that remained was to fill in the core with fate.
Under such circumstances, fate was undoubtedly more crucial than Dao arts. After all, he still could not cheat by using power beyond this body; he could only make use of every resource at hand.
Now, because Zhao Cheng's soul had previously been injured, he had sat motionless for two days without waking. Under such circumstances, people's hearts had already begun to shift.
If he woke any later, someone would probably try to run.