Jiang Hao stood in place, clearly sensing the true intent of the Tao in the fruit in his hand.
As long as he fused with it and followed the steps, he could at least achieve the Tao.
Stepping out from paths not belonging to heaven and earth.
This was Daluo, walking alongside the Tao.
The moment Jiang Hao grasped the Tao Fruit, he felt it profoundly matched the name from history.
Perhaps it could completely match, reaching the power when history condensed the Tao Fruit.
But it was just infinitely close, far from being the complete strength.
For others, even more so.
They might barely enter that realm.
And then there would be no further advancement possible.
This was the cost of borrowing another's Tao Fruit.
Just that...
Without a Tao Fruit, one could never enter that realm in one's lifetime.
Thus, countless people pursued it.
After all, even entering doesn't mean one would be the weakest, and even if so, how does it matter?