"If I study these abilities one by one before throwing them into the Black Hole to devour, raising the conversion rate to eighty percent, that'll be 160,000 points of spirit."
"Zhong Shan, who's nearly reached the end of the path of mountains, probably only has a few hundred thousand points of transcendent spirit, right?"
Zhang Ming did not know exactly how much transcendent spirit Zhong Shan had. Even close friends would not readily reveal that figure to others.
And so Zhang Ming found himself torn. Studying more than ten thousand trash abilities one by one would drive him insane!
Since they were all trash abilities, studying them would be painful and terribly inefficient.
But if he did not study them, the conversion rate would be low.
However long his lifespan was, he could not afford to squander it like that!
In the end, he decided to give this arduous task to his private secretary as a substantial gift.
"She sold my wife off. I'm going to exploit her mercilessly."
"Once she's thoroughly studied them, she can make mental seeds and let me dream to quickly improve my proficiency. Perfect!" Zhang Ming nodded earnestly.
"I shall call this path the devouring Dao!"
"When I've devoured every ability in the world, I'll have reached the end of this path, with no way to improve any further."
Then, in high spirits, Zhang Ming began studying "transcendent spirit."
First, he tried allocating one point of "spirit" to his physique.
At that very instant, he heard a boom deep within his soul.
With the support of that single point of "spirit," his soul pierced a thin barrier and broke through humanity's inherent limit.
It was as though he had found his true pulse. His heart thundered like a drum, his muscles grew, his blood circulated,