"A hundred!"
The cultivator said a number, but his face was full of shock and doubt. He secretly thought that there was an error in the calculation process.
Even if Tang Zhen's luck was monstrous and he could continuously condense rule seeds, there had to be a limit.
It was simply impossible to condense 100 law seeds in such a short time.
He had cultivated in the ancient forest of the Pure Land for many years, but the number of law seeds he had condensed was only in the tens.
The time he spent was over a hundred times that of Tang Zhen.
Why did Tang Zhen's condensed energy far exceed his?
Although he was unwilling, he had to admit that the number of rule seeds condensed had nothing to do with one's strength.
If one was lucky enough, even if the cultivator's strength was low, they could still condense many rule seeds.
However, it was still unbelievable to be able to form a hundred in such a short time.
