Growth II

Zhang Rongfang froze for a moment, then instantly understood.

"So it obeyed my will? That's why this ability appeared."

"Most likely. Look at the part you absorbed—let's call this thing spiritual particles for now. Isn't the portion you absorbed more aggressive, more destructive?" Yue Dewen asked.

Zhang Rongfang flicked a finger, and some of the spiritual particles at his fingertip shot out and struck the ground.

Pfft! A fist-sized corroded pit suddenly appeared in the ground.

"Looks like that's the case." He nodded.

He now understood what his microscopic perception ability was.

If he were to fully describe this ability, it should be called Evil Removal.

"Removing harmful places, evil places—is that my ability?" It was Zhang Rongfang's first time experiencing such a feeling.

The feeling of relying purely on himself to cultivate his way to a higher realm of martial arts.

For two hundred years, he had never ceased bitter cultivation, never ceased pondering his own realm.

Although the various super bloodlines within his body had helped him avoid many detours, this time was different from before.

This time, he had truly relied mostly on his own cultivation to finally reach this realm.

And the ability of Evil Removal would, in essence, still exist even if all his bloodline talents and attributes were stripped away.

Because this was an essential realm he had comprehended on his own.

"So it really is separation." Yue Dewen let out a breath. "You can separate minute substances and draw out parts of them. Your ability is quite suited for treating injuries."

He seemed to have misunderstood something.

Zhang Rongfang paused but did not explain.

A breakthrough in martial arts realm was a good thing to him, but even without one, the moment he completed the Abyss bloodline, he himself would be elevated to