"My injuries have healed, my strength has returned, and I've even... improved somewhat."
Mo Lin's calm voice echoed through the silent cave, carrying an invisible force that instantly dispersed the lingering ambiguity and unease in the air. The cold, battle-hungry curve of his lips was like a drawn sword, sharp and exposed.
Ling Qingzhu and Ling'er both trembled slightly at his words and looked up at him.
Mo Lin was utterly different from the weak, pale figure he had been before losing consciousness. Barefoot, he stood tall and straight as a pine. No dazzling light or terrifying aura radiated from his body, yet the naturally imposing bearing he exuded, along with the Chaos Light that occasionally flowed through his deep eyes as though it could pierce space itself, proclaimed the terrifying power contained within him.
It was a qualitative transformation, an evolution in the level of life itself, far beyond mere accumulated energy.
There was a gap between Spirit Grade Heavenly Sovereigns and Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereigns, but it could still be bridged through numbers, divine abilities, treasures, and other factors. Saint-grade, however, was an enormous dividing line among Heavenly Sovereigns. If ordinary Heavenly Sovereigns were rivers and Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereigns were seas, then Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereigns were boundless oceans that embraced a hundred rivers, unfathomably deep!
A being who had just entered the Saint-grade possessed power, control over the laws of heaven and earth, and a life essence sufficient to effortlessly crush ten, or even more, ordinary Heavenly Sovereigns working together in perfect coordination! In the Great Thousand World, any Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereign was a colossus capable of suppressing a superpower and shaking the world with their name!
As Ling Qingzhu sensed the vast aura concealed within Mo Lin, one that made even her soul tremble faintly, stormy