There was neither sun nor moon in the Chaos Space, and Lin Feng had long since forgotten the passage of time. He sat cross-legged, his back straight as a pine, his eyes half-closed, his breathing long and even. He was like a statue, wholly at one with the surrounding chaos qi.
His entire consciousness sank into the Chaos Pearl, like a drop of water merging with the sea until neither could be distinguished from the other.
The Chaos Pearl slowly revolved within him, each turn releasing a wisp of pure chaos qi.
The wisps of chaos qi traveled through his meridians like spirit serpents. Wherever they passed, his damaged meridians greedily absorbed their energy, like parched earth drinking in welcome rain.
The severed sections reconnected at a speed visible to the naked eye, while the damaged areas gradually healed under the nourishment of the chaos qi. He could clearly feel every hidden injury within his body being repaired, one after another. The tingling sensation was like countless ants crawling over him, yet it carried an indescribable hint of comfort.
Before long, a faint golden light shone from within him, enveloping his entire body. It was the radiance of God Emperor Power. Though it was not dazzling, it carried an indescribable solemnity and majesty.
The golden light was like the sunshine of a spring afternoon, warm without being scorching, making him look like a divine statue in a temple, sacred and inviolable. He had not deliberately summoned this golden glow. It was a phenomenon that naturally manifested upon reaching the eighth layer of the God Emperor Scripture, a sign that God Emperor Power and chaos power had attained a certain balance within him.
He drew a deep breath and guided the chaos qi through his body. Like obedient soldiers, the wisps