Lin Sheng chose a sheltered cliff. The blood energy at his fingertips condensed into a thin blade, and with a few strokes, he carved out a dry cave.
He casually set up two warning arrays to conceal the entrance, then sat cross-legged, sank his mind into his sea of consciousness, and continued cultivating the Divine Nurturing Manual.
The wind moaned outside the mountain, yet a deathly stillness lay before the cave. Inside, only a pale golden erosion spirit glow circulated slowly, like a fine veil of light, washing over his sea of consciousness and true spirit again and again.
Time flowed like water, and three days passed in a flash.
That morning, the faint light on the cave walls suddenly brightened, then receded.
Lin Sheng slowly opened his eyes. Pale golden radiance flashed through their depths and vanished, while the erosion spirit aura around him had grown considerably stronger than it had been three days earlier.
The Divine Nurturing Manual had firmly reached the erosion martial second realm. His mental power flowed more smoothly and freely than when he had first entered the erosion martial realm, and he could even divide several strands of divine sense to investigate his surroundings simultaneously.
He examined himself internally. Although his mental attribute had improved, the increase had not reached a full point.
The cracks in his true spirit, however, had silently healed a little more.
By his calculations, nearly five percent of his overall injuries had now healed, considerably more efficiently than through nourishment from potions alone.
If I can advance the Divine Nurturing Manual to the third limit break, perhaps my injuries will be mostly healed.
Lin Sheng rubbed his chin, speculating inwardly, but soon shook his head slightly.
Although his High-Tier World Sound Affinity Talent allowed him to advance a thousand