Time flew, and another month passed in the blink of an eye.
Inside the Core Cultivation Room, the rainbow radiance had long since drawn inward from its initial dazzling expanse, contracting to within three feet of Lin Sheng.
Lin Sheng still sat cross-legged at the formation's nexus. His clothes were soaked through with sweat, his hair clung to his temples, and his chest heaved violently. A closer look revealed his skin bulging from time to time, as though something were struggling madly beneath it, or his body had been stuffed full of something.
A savage, chaotic aura of rules radiated from him. An ordinary demigod-even a peak demigod-might not have withstood such violent surges of energy.
Yet his back remained straight as he let the raging energy batter his body at will.
His mind was now completely immersed within himself.
The great rule marks on his chest shone brightly, but two were particularly dazzling and solid, their radiance almost tangible.
On the left was a mass of pitch-black blackflame, churning ceaselessly. Its tips danced, exuding an overwhelming, scorching presence that could burn everything to ashes.
On the right was a slowly rotating crimson vortex of flesh. The faint roar of surging vital blood could be heard from it, and it radiated an alarming vitality.
The two marks had become solid to the extreme, emanating the formidable auras unique to their respective rules. As soon as they circulated, they suppressed the fluctuations of the other two rules, erosion spirit and molten form.
Over the past month and more, all the origin energy in the two Void Origin Star Cores had been refined.
Vast quantities of pure origin energy poured into his body, sending his affinity with all four rules soaring together.
Molten form and erosion spirit had already been at high