In the wilderness.
Dongguan hovered in the air, looking at Desolate Hoof before him. Feeling the suppression of his opponent's domain, he considered what to do next.
I never brought out the power of the Tamos Bloodline at all. Although the prevailing view holds that bloodline cultivators are inferior to Dao Comprehenders, bloodline cultivators have their own "techniques" that distinguish them from Dao Comprehenders. Yet I've never known much about those.
In the past, my aura and outward manifestations resembled those of a bloodline cultivator. In reality, though, I was merely a Dao Comprehender who had fused with a bloodline.
Dongguan understood.
It was arrogance, the inherent arrogance of a Dao Comprehender who stood above bloodline cultivators.
He had always believed there was nothing wrong with continuing to cultivate as a Dao Comprehender and studying his bloodline through a Dao Comprehender's methods. After all, Dao Comprehenders reliably surpassed bloodline cultivators by a minor realm.
For an ordinary Dao Comprehender, this was hardly a problem.
But he had already fused with a bloodline, so he ought to understand the specific differences between bloodline cultivators and Dao Comprehenders.
Otherwise, he would end up in situations like this, possessing power yet unable to fully unleash it.
Without using "instinct," I can't break my opponent's sealing and can only clash head-on. But "instinct"
only lets me evade temporarily, without any thought of "escaping" at all.
Dongguan felt that this was probably because he had failed to guide his own "instinct" properly.
Guiding this "instinct" should have been a required lesson for bloodline cultivators, but he had missed it.
He had never used this "bloodline instinct" in battle before.
"Neither weakness nor ignorance stands in the way of progress. Arrogance does," Dongguan said self-mockingly.
His eyes instantly turned indifferent again. With a casual sweep, he