Refining the Soul Sect's Secret Art!
Lin Bai stood in the distance, looking coldly at Che Jing. Even now, he still didn't understand what Che Jing was trying to accomplish.
Che Jing held Bao Yun's corpse in his arms, his face full of grief as tears slid from his eyes.
Perhaps he was unwilling to accept it. Perhaps betraying his brother had caused him unbearable pain.
But then, Lin Bai discovered a shocking scene.
Power surged from Che Jing's body. The blood that had yet to dry inside Bao Yun's corpse rapidly evaporated, transforming into wisps of crimson smoke that were absorbed by the power within Che Jing.
Before long, Bao Yun's corpse had become a dried-out husk.
Without the slightest hesitation, Che Jing reached out and clawed at Bao Yun's abdomen. His palm pierced into the body like a sharp sword and dug out the Dao Fruit within.
Then he opened his mouth and swallowed the Dao Fruit whole.
"He ate it?" Lin Bai frowned.
Every martial artist's Dao Fruit was the most unique existence in the world. It contained terrifying power, and if swallowed in such a manner, almost no one besides the Heaven Swallowing Race could absorb the power within it.
Moreover, the reason it was called a "Dao Fruit" was because it nurtured the laws of heaven and earth within it. The power inside every martial artist's Dao Fruit was different and could not meld with another's.
Of course, it could also be swallowed directly, but doing so would cause the Dao Platform to gather dust, muddle one's mind, and lead to cultivation deviation. In severe cases, it could even result in death.
Yet Che Jing had not died.
Instead, after swallowing Bao Yun's Dao Fruit, the injuries covering his body rapidly healed, and his feeble