As the Pre-emptive Dao Fruit responded, a sharp gleam flashed in Lin Fan's eyes. He murmured inwardly, "I agree to pre-empt it."
The moment his words fell, the lifespan he had painstakingly accumulated on the panel began to plummet at a rate visible to the naked eye.
The numbers flickered like some ancient, solemn countdown. With every point lost, it was as though unseen karma quietly forged itself within the void.
At the same time, a force so pure it was nearly tyrannical abruptly surged forth, shrouding Lin Fan's entire body in the blink of an eye.
It felt like a riverbed parched for thousands upon thousands of years had suddenly been flooded by a stream of clear, sweet springwater.
Not merely his flesh and skin—every corner of his soul and Primordial Spirit was suffused with a long-lost sense of ease.
It was fulfillment born from the very origin of life, the tremor of potential that had slumbered through countless ages finally being awakened.
It was utterly different from his previous experience of enhancing Demon-Resisting Power.
That had been more like sharpening a weapon's edge, its killing intent bared and razor-sharp.
Lin Fan closed his eyes and focused, silently sensing every minute change within his body. He even separated out his Primordial Spirit to inspect it in the finest detail.
The tendrils of his Primordial Spirit stretched out like gossamer threads, slowly following the paths of his meridians as they sought to grasp the true nature of this mysterious power.
Before long, he caught a subtle detail within it.
Deep in his flesh, faint golden runes were quietly emerging.
The lines of those runes were intricate and ancient. They resembled neither any known Dao patterns nor the domain of spirit talismans. Instead, they seemed more like the brands left by