Time flowed like water, and several more days passed in a flash.
Inside the Core Cultivation Room, the crimson glow abruptly contracted, then burst outward with a roar.
Vital blood thundered through Lin Sheng like a surging river. He drove the Blood-Bone Heaven-Burning Art to its utmost, his sinews and bones crackling in rapid succession. The barrier between realms tore like thin paper.
Boom!
Erosion Martial, eighth stage!
After just over twenty days of cultivating in the void, he had advanced again. With the scattered flesh rule fragments filling the void and its pure, abundant cosmic energy, he had finally pushed the Blood-Bone Heaven-Burning Art up another stage.
His body grew stronger once more, his vital blood condensed like mercury. Every inch of muscle, every sinew and bone became more formidable under the nourishment of the rules.
The power of the Blood-Bone Heaven-Burning Art rose with the tide as well.
"Tch. Another breakthrough."
On the couch beside him, Little Black held half a piece of jerky in his mouth and glanced up, his expression numb with familiarity.
Ever since following Lin Sheng, Little Black had watched him break through every few days. At first, he had been astonished and incredulous; now, he had long since gone numb.
The barriers between realms, as difficult as ascending the heavens for others, seemed as simple as eating and drinking for Lin Sheng.
He was even more monstrous than Little Black, an innate being personally created by the Great Will.
Lin Sheng ended his cultivation and stood, stretching his limbs as his joints popped in a string of sharp cracks.
Dense, almost tangible flesh power surged around him, already several tenths stronger than before.
Feeling the tremendous increase in his strength and the greater solidity of his flesh power, Lin Sheng was in excellent