Daochen felt utterly helpless, and furious as well.
He knew he had to put his plan into motion even sooner.
The difficulty of proving the Dao through strength lay in how much harder it was to break through to the next realm.
His realm barriers were thicker than anyone else's.
At the same time, he did not need to seek an opportunity for a breakthrough.
He only needed to force his way through.
And he had no choice but to force his way through.
That meant his strength had to be even greater.
Ever since he discovered that he could absorb the power of fate, as well as the power of chaos, spiritual power, and other energies...
He had thought of a path of his own.
Since cultivation was so slow, he would seek another route.
He could fuse these powers together.
He could even fuse the power of faith.
Could he fuse still more kinds of power?
The Devil Ancestor's devil power, for instance.
Daoist Shichen's power of time.
Great Immortal Yang Mei's spatial power.
There were many other powers out there, too.
By fusing more powers, he could increase his strength.
He did not know why he could fuse these powers.
But he did know one thing.
The more powers he fused, the faster his strength grew.
Only when he was strong enough would it be time to strike back.
For now, he had to lie low.
Once he found an opening, he would kill with a single strike.
If ten years were not enough to hone his sword, he would hone it for a thousand years, or ten thousand.
Whatever it took, he would hone that one sword stroke until it could deliver certain death.
"Dao Ancestor Hongjun... ah!!!"
Daochen suddenly sighed.
Now, Fate would not let