Flesh governed vitality and physique, Inferno governed destruction and burning, and Molten Form governed transformation and assimilation.
At that thought, Lin Sheng felt his mind suddenly clear. Many things he had struggled to understand while developing the secret art now made sense.
"So that's how it works..."
He condensed another wisp of Molten Form light at his fingertip. The miniature guiding Array Runes remained as unstable as before.
Now that he understood the essence of its authority, revisiting the Array Runes' structure only made him appreciate its profound intricacy all the more.
"To fully master the Spirit-Stealing Secret Art, I have to touch upon that thread of theft authority. Otherwise, no matter how much time I spend, I'll achieve very little."
Muttering to himself, Lin Sheng continued searching through the Archive's records, hoping to find more information about the Meltform Rules. Unfortunately, he found nothing else.
After all, on Sunstar, the Meltform Rules were an obscure branch to begin with. Few had even cultivated them to the martial corrosion realm, let alone touched the deeper mysteries of origin authority.
With nothing more to gain, Lin Sheng left the Archive.
When he stepped out of the records room, midday sunlight spilled across the courtyard. The little black cat lay sunning itself on a branch of the spirit tree, faint Molten Form light flickering around its body. Clearly, Little Black was still secretly using the Spirit-Stealing Secret Art, absorbing the surrounding power of rules without a moment's pause.
Noticing Lin Sheng's gaze, Little Black stiffened all over, hurriedly reined in its aura, and jumped down from the tree. It crouched obediently on the ground, looking the very picture of I haven't done anything.
Lin Sheng walked over and looked down at it, speaking coolly.
"How much do you know about the theft