The sky grew clear again, the clouds dispersing as though the vortex that had blotted out the heavens had never appeared.
Yet the chatter in the city did not immediately subside. News of the Floating Island's council speakers appearing and the disturbance in origin aura soon spread quietly through the highest circles. Every faction secretly speculated about who had caused the phenomenon, but none could uncover even the slightest clue.
Meanwhile, the instigator of that disturbance was slowly bringing his cultivation session to a close inside the Cultivation Room of Quiet Thunder Courtyard.
The silver-gray Origin Qi flowed backward through his meridians, followed the pathways of his true spirit, and returned to the two strands of true nature, where it was tightly restrained.
Lin Sheng's clothes were already soaked with cold sweat. His face was slightly pale, and the veins at his temples still throbbed faintly. Forcibly drawing on Origin Qi had placed an immense burden on his divine soul. Without his soul stabilization talent as a foundation, Little Black's true nature as a buffer, and his high-tier meltform affinity talent among the many other factors working in his favor, his true spirit would likely have suffered irreversible damage on the spot.
What he had just done had been extremely reckless.
Yet his eyes shone with startling brilliance, as though tempered in starlight.
"You're mad... You're absolutely mad!" Little Black bounded onto his knees, black fur standing on end, a look of lingering fear on its face.
"Do you realize your true spirit nearly got scattered by the origin energy?! Was getting another look at the origin patterns really worth gambling your life? And you caused such a huge commotion! Do you have a death wish?! If you draw a Desolate Tier being here, we're both finished!!"
The Meltform Phantom