If one had just entered the Nirvana Stage, then several hundred Dao Intent Inscriptions could naturally accomplish many things.
But at a realm shoulder to shoulder with the King of Beetles, several hundred Dao Intent Inscriptions were truly too insignificant.
"This..."
"Could Brother Yang Chen have something wrong with his brain?"
"Cut the nonsense." Hearing their incessant chatter, Hu Yifan said in a low voice, "Brother Yang Chen is crucial to getting us out of here. How could you possibly understand what he is thinking? Stop spouting so much nonsense and give Brother Yang Chen some peace and quiet."
"Yes..."
"Yes, Patriarch."
Though Hu Yifan said this aloud, he was actually filled with astonishment. He had no idea what Yang Chen was thinking.
These people did not understand, but Yang Chen himself knew very clearly what he intended to do.
He could now use more than nine thousand seven hundred Dao Intent Inscriptions. At that number, he was actually only three hundred short of ten thousand.
Yet that gap was exceedingly subtle.
If his strength had not fully recovered, then even such a small gap would be impossible for him to make up.
And here in this desolate wilderness, there were simply no conditions to help him recover his strength. Thus, Yang Chen thought of temporarily increasing it.
He knew very well that relying on external objects to raise one's Dao Intent strength was difficult.
Even if there was some effect in the early stages, as one became increasingly dependent on such external objects, the increase in Dao Intent Inscriptions would ultimately slow down.
However, Yang Chen did not need many Dao Intent Inscriptions right now.
Just three hundred!
Three hundred would be enough.
Once he reached ten thousand Dao Intent Inscriptions and could activate a Dao Intent clone, he