Progenitor Remains?

A few seconds later, the Black Hole rapidly expanded and transformed into Lin Xiao's figure. He rubbed his stomach and let out a satisfied burp.

"Not bad!"

He reached a finger into the gaps between his teeth, pulled out a wriggling blade of thatch, shoved it back into his mouth to pick his teeth, then closed his jaws and chewed the writhing thatch inch by inch like noodles before swallowing it.

Lin Xiao discovered that the Black Hole's devouring power was truly formidable. It could swallow almost anything and digest almost anything.

That seemingly dilapidated little house just now had been formed from the residual power left behind after a Progenitor's death, combined with this world's laws. Though it looked like nothing more than a tiny Thatched Cottage, once swallowed inside, anyone below the Eighth Order would be unable to break free and escape unless they possessed a special offensive Magic Item. Everyone else would be consumed.

After swallowing and digesting it, he gained an exceptionally pure surge of power that directly merged with his own, greatly increasing his mana and slightly strengthening his physique.

His strength had already reached the late Eighth Order, while the Dream Ancestor Mark had continuously been pouring power into him. Before long, he would likely reach the peak of the Eighth Order, comparable to a Progenitor Apostle.

Even at this level, he could clearly feel his power improving. It showed just how nourishing that thing was.

Unfortunately, there were not many such things. Though he had only entered the Progenitor Tomb recently, after devouring it, he understood that things born from a Progenitor's residual power were scarce within the tomb. They were scattered everywhere, and most could move freely. Ones that transformed into rundown little Thatched Cottages like the one before were extremely rare.