Nourishing the Dao Seed with qi was, in essence, almost a process of turning gas into solid matter.
The more powerful the method, the greater the structural strength of the solid it forged, the broader its divine abilities, and the farther it could go. If one's Dao methods were lacking, then even with sufficient fate, it would still be impossible to refine a powerful attainment-fruit.
To Zhao Cheng, the qi on Wang Shouzheng's body, equivalent to that of fifty men, was nothing much. The time had been too short for it to accumulate.
But the traces left behind after that fate had been converted were true treasures.
These traces were Dao marks of the earth, born "solid." If there had been more of them, then with this body's methods, even if he underwent a life-and-death nirvana and attained enlightenment through it, shattering and refining them would probably have been far too conspicuous.
But now, it was just right.
Between heaven and earth's endless cycles, countless people rose to great fortune amid life and death. If this body of his lacked even such means, then should he truly rise in the future, it would instead arouse the Demon Fetus's suspicions.
To deal with the Demon Fetus, he had to put on an act—but he could not overact.
By Zhao Cheng's estimate, these traces accounted for roughly a third of the essence of Wang Shouzheng's dragon qi.
This also meant that after Zhao Cheng's maneuvering, Wang Shouzheng had already lost a third of his Heavenly Mandate.
Afterward, the other man could still provide the qi of fifty men, but it would not be easy to seize the remaining two-thirds in a short time.
Unless he simply killed the man with a single stroke and seized his fortune through murder.
That was not