Inside the cultivation room.
Little Black lay listlessly on the floor, head drooping, not daring to raise its eyes to meet the gaze of the man before it.
"So you've been secretly absorbing rule power whenever I cultivated all this time?"
Lin Sheng looked down at Little Black, which was playing dead, and spoke in a grim voice.
He had now thoroughly figured out both the trace of origin within Little Black and its little tricks behind his back.
Ever since this fellow had started following him, it had used that trace of meltform origin together with a special secret art to draw in rule power within a certain range. The rule power stirred up by others during cultivation was especially active, allowing it to secretly draw in and absorb even more.
The Meltform Phantom converted this stolen rule power into its own strength, which was why its cultivation speed had noticeably increased after arriving on Sunstar.
"A little, yes, but this... I only absorbed the tiniest bit of what you received, Master. The real bulk came from everyone else outside."
The Meltform Phantom spoke quietly.
At this, Lin Sheng remained expressionless.
He knew it was telling the truth. With his perception, he would certainly notice any significant fluctuation in his own rule power during cultivation, so Little Black could only steal an utterly negligible trace.
But he was just one person. Who knew how many Fighters there had been in Forest City back then?
"How far does this secret art reach? How many people's rule power can you steal at once?"
Lin Sheng continued questioning it. He was certain that Little Black's secret art was extraordinary, but he still needed to clarify its exact effects.
"Well, it's really not that far. About the size of that Forest City from