Before long, Heaven-Knowing Demon Emperor Bai Ze had introduced some twenty or thirty powerful Demon Race bloodlines. All were rare and formidable lineages, leaving everyone spellbound and opening their eyes to a wider world.
"Well said. What do the rest of you think?"
After listening, Xiao Ying, who had already found the choice difficult, was even more torn. He simply turned to the others and asked. After a pause, he quickly added, "When it comes to the Demonic Dao, I'm an outsider among outsiders. I certainly know less than you do, so speak freely!"
In truth, while listening to Bai Ze's explanation, Xiao Ying had wished he could possess every bloodline and forge an all-purpose Demonic Dao avatar. But by now, he had attained considerable success in his cultivation. He had ascended, after all, and had seen a great deal. He knew that among the three thousand Great Daos, apart from the exceptional Imperial Dao, purity was always preferable to encompassing more and more-breadth without mastery.
The Demonic Dao was one of the Great Daos that relied most heavily on bloodlines. Naturally, the purer the bloodline, the better-not the more numerous, the better!
Under equal conditions, more bloodlines, abilities, and so forth did indeed mean greater combat strength. That was undeniable. Yet the more bloodlines and abilities one possessed, the lower one's potential became, and the harder cultivation grew in its later stages.
Bai Ze's expression changed, and he replied hesitantly, "Well..."
The others present also fell silent. In truth, even with their cultivation realms, knowledge, and experience, they could not say which Demon Race bloodline was strongest or best. No invincible existence walked this world. Hadn't even Immortal Venerable Pangu, universally acknowledged as the strongest, fallen under a massed assault?
Seeing everyone's troubled expressions and how none dared speak,