What did fourteen thousand years mean?
Three times the history of human civilization—enough to personally witness the process of life evolving.
Lin Zhen had lived two lives, yet had only experienced six or seven thousand years. This single cultivation session had lasted far longer than both his lives combined.
If a Martial Artist lacked the ability to set their family and friends upon the path of cultivation, then by the time a single cultivation session ended, even their home planet might have exploded, let alone any chance of seeing old acquaintances again.
That was the price of cultivation, the sorrow of Martial Artists.
Lin Zhen no longer had such worries. His family and lovers had all embarked upon the path of cultivation. Each had attained longevity and was in an extremely safe place.
Thus, he could cultivate and comprehend without concern, free of all distracting thoughts.
The first thing he began was the refinement and fusion of the Gene Serum.
With the Cosmic Origin within him, this fusion no longer posed much difficulty for Lin Zhen. It took three years to complete.
Over those three years, Lin Zhen had become covered in dust. Yet at the moment the fusion was completed, a faint, deeply concealed gleam still flickered across his body.
If one examined his skin closely with a microscope, one could see fine, densely layered patterns.
The patterns were compact and distributed with exceptional precision, like the shell of the Black Tortoise, granting him tremendously powerful defense.
It could be said that if a piece of Lin Zhen's skin were brought to Earth, or even to the New Realm, the technologically advanced Cosmic Nations there would have no means of damaging it.
They would be unable to destroy even the tiniest fragment of it, unable to split even a