The terrifying pressure caused the entire secret room to tremble, as if it might completely collapse at any moment.
Su Tianming slightly furrowed his brows, but did not continue further.
His sword fingers dispersed, and the fused Dao seeds scattered along with them, reverting to their previous blinding state.
"Fusing ten types of Dao and then creating one of my own is ultimately too difficult."
"After absorbing the Dao seeds, if one does not forge their own Dao, a bottleneck will inevitably be met one day, halting further progress."
"Although the owners of these Dao seeds were powerful in life, they weren't enough. If they were truly strong enough, they wouldn't have ended up as Dao seeds, enriching their descendants."
Su Tianming's expression carried a faint sense of sorrow.
He had not told Su Fan about this matter.
He was attempting to fuse ten Dao seeds, integrating the Dao comprehended within them into a Dao of his own.
