The golden patterns all surged into Lin Sheng's brow, and an illusory realm abruptly formed within his Sea of Consciousness. Clad in black, Gu Xuanzi stood motionless in the void, the pressure radiating from him as ponderous as mountains that had stood for eternity. A mere lingering projection of his will made the entire space of Lin Sheng's Sea of Consciousness tremble faintly.
The voice echoing through his consciousness was weathered and distant, carrying the pride of one who had swept across the ages, yet wrapped in boundless melancholy at a Dao Path brought to a halt.
As the final words fell.
The voice faded, and Gu Xuanzi's figure slowly turned insubstantial. Countless condensed runes unfurled across Lin Sheng's Sea of Consciousness, and a complete cultivation method gradually took shape.
Lin Sheng's attention was utterly captivated by the vast, profound contents of the art. He immersed himself in sorting through and comprehending them, a faint, dark-golden Erosion Spirit glow unconsciously gathering around him.
Only after a long time did he slowly open his eyes, the shock brought by the art still lingering in them, along with a sense that he had not yet had his fill.
"Silent Spirit Erosion Heaven Art..."
Lin Sheng murmured softly. This was unmistakably an exceptionally advanced cultivation method centered on the Erosion Rule.
Compared with his Blood-Bone Heaven-Burning Art, it was stronger, certainly no weaker. In particular, its many Secret Arts were even more wondrous and unfathomable, surpassing those of the Heaven-Burning Art.
He had not expected Senior Gu Xuanzi to have also cultivated the Erosion Rule.
Beside him, Little Black was clinging tightly to the raw-wood table, round eyes fixed on Lin Sheng. Seeing him awaken, the cat immediately hurried over.
"You stood there frozen for ages, with weird energy all around you. Did