"Flesh origin..." Lin Sheng's mind trembled. The flesh vortex mark within him spun madly, reaching out of its own accord to resonate with that origin aura.
From within the blood-red rift, an indescribable gaze slowly fell upon him.
That gaze had no physical substance, yet it seemed capable of seeing through his body and true spirit, discerning everything about him, like a manifestation of the Universe's will.
Lin Sheng felt no fear whatsoever. Instead, he opened himself completely, laying bare his understanding of flesh rules, his insights into cultivation, and his thirst for power.
This was a silent exchange, a resonance with the void origin.
After an unknown length of time, that gaze finally stirred.
From within the blood-red rift, a stream of blood-red origin power, pure to the utmost, poured down like a waterfall and enveloped Lin Sheng.
The instant the origin power merged into his body, Lin Sheng felt an overwhelming sense of ease. Like drought-stricken earth receiving sweet rain, the flesh rule power within him ravenously absorbed the origin power, growing ever purer and more vast.
His flesh affinity talent operated at an unimaginably high frequency.
His understanding of flesh rules underwent a qualitative leap in that moment. Many things that had once been obscure and incomprehensible suddenly became clear. His use of flesh rules became even more effortless, and he could even faintly touch the traces of their evolution.
Upon his true spirit, the mark of flesh rules stabilized completely, as though stamped with a supreme seal. From this point onward, his connection to the flesh origin would be even closer, and his speed of cultivating flesh rules would far exceed that of ordinary people.
He even had the faint illusion that, if he fully merged with this origin power, he would rise to an unprecedented