Lin Fan returned to his cave abode, but it was cold and deserted. Everyone had already left.
The mechanism-operated gate descended, and Lin Fan finally let out a sigh of relief.
He was still shaken. What had happened over the past two days had made him deeply realize that he was still not strong enough.
If Master Ruan had not deliberately sent him away, he would probably have been taken into the Demon Vein Desolate Land as well. If the Blood Peak Master had not valued the worth of his talismans, he might already have become a dead man.
"Still not... strong enough."
Lin Fan's eyes flickered, and he immediately communicated with the panel.
Consume eighty years of lifespan to pre-empt the Devouring Demonic Art to the Greater Mastery stage?
The next second, a line of text rapidly surfaced.
Lin Fan did not hesitate in the slightest. He said, "Agree to pre-emption."
Soon, more insights regarding the "Devouring Demonic Art" surged into his mind.
That strange scene appeared once more. The youth who resembled Lin Fan was still refining the Killing Intent around him.
The Killing Intent surged and churned, forming a black vortex that seemed capable of devouring everything.
Yet the youth remained unmoved. Sitting cross-legged on the ground like an ancient Buddha, he refined all the Killing Intent that surged toward him into his body.
"There's more Killing Intent being drawn in."
"And the efficiency of refining it has increased severalfold compared to before."
Lin Fan's expression shifted slightly as he murmured.
Following the youth's movements, he also began drawing in the Killing Intent around him.
The Killing Intent flowed in without end, transforming into Internal Breath within Lin Fan's body at an even faster rate.
The eighteen strands of Internal Breath he had originally possessed grew stronger