For cultivation—and even for life itself—structure could be called the cornerstone that determined everything. The spirit had the spirit's structure, the flesh had the flesh's structure, and if one kept subdividing everything until reaching a certain realm, perhaps all things were built from the same substance.
Zhao Cheng had not applied the technology of the Ring World to himself. At present, he had no need to construct a "ring"; he had merely drawn upon some of its ideas, the parts useful to him at the moment.
As for the rest, they were naturally not dross. They were simply of no use for now. In the future, there would certainly be places where they came in handy. That, too, was part of accumulation.
Zhao Cheng's understanding of accumulation and potential was that they were things that could not yet be cashed in.
And at this moment, as he changed, Zhao Cheng suddenly came to an understanding. In his current state, if he were to attain the Great Sovereign realm, then even if his cultivation was flawed, so long as he completed the transformation of the ring, the higher-intensity power of the apocalypse would not be able to tear apart his Dao Fruit.
But the price of constructing the ring was that his capacity for growth would be frozen. No matter how much knowledge he gained in the future, it would be difficult for him to advance any further.
For now, however, his form had become more stable, while his resistance to the power of the apocalypse had risen once more. It had become even harder for a monster's strength to break through his defenses.
Beside him, both Luo Zhen and the Human King stared in shock at the glowing Zhao Cheng. The light around Zhao Cheng was indeed faint at this