At the summit of the Sacred Tower, beneath a green pine tree, clouds and mist swirled around them.
Old Ancestor Cang Xuan's remnant image completely dissipated, leaving behind only silence. Mo Lin spread open his palm, and that drop of golden Saint Blood floated quietly above it, radiating immense vitality and profound Dao essence.
"Saint's essence blood... It's a good thing indeed." A trace of satisfaction flashed through Mo Lin's eyes.
His strength was currently sealed, and the Origin Power contained within this drop of Saint Blood would greatly benefit his recovery.
Without further hesitation, he sat down cross-legged and said to Yao Yao and Zi Yan, "I'll refine this. Guard me."
Yao Yao gave a slight nod, her cool eyes sweeping across the surroundings. Zi Yan patted her chest and promised, "Don't worry, Brother Mo Lin! With Sister Yao Yao and me here, not even a mosquito will get in!"
Little Lingxi also sat obediently at the side, propping her chin up with her little hands as her large eyes watched Mo Lin without blinking.
Mo Lin closed his eyes and sank his consciousness into his body. Rather than directly absorbing the Saint Blood, he carefully guided the pure Origin Power within it into the Immortal Eye buried beneath countless seals between his brows, as well as the suppressed Immortal Body throughout his limbs and bones!
"Buzz—!"
As the Saint Blood entered his body, it was like sweet rain falling upon parched earth! The Immortal Eye and Immortal Body simultaneously released faint, nearly imperceptible hums as they greedily absorbed this high-level energy of the same origin!
Mo Lin could clearly sense the chaotic-colored pupil deep between his brows. Its previously dim patterns began to glow faintly, and threads of profound spacetime power began flowing once more like tiny streams!