What had the Dead Silence Power just made him feel? Gentle. Why was it gentle? It was death—death itself—yet it was gentle, like the beginning of life. Death was the source of all beginnings.
Without death, how could anything be born?
That was right. Without death, how could anything be born?
This was the spirit of dead silence. Lu Yin looked up toward the surface. He wanted to laugh—really laugh. At that moment, beneath the Dead Sea, facing the despair of the sea pouring down upon him, he had actually used Tong Tian Shu to grant the Dead Silence Power a spirit.
Using Tong Tian Shu to grant spirit to divine power had come naturally. It wasn't difficult in Zhizong, because Tong Tian Shu had been born for divine power. But Dead Silence Power and divine power were fundamentally different.
Still, every kind of power had its own unique nature.
Tong Tian Shu: the "heaven" was himself. He made divine power take him as its heaven, enter that heaven and move through it, melding into his marrow.
Tong Tian Shu: the "heaven" was himself. He made dead silence take him as its heaven, enter that heaven and move through it, melding into his bone membrane.
One was within; the other was without.
He could no longer absorb Dead Silence Power through the Three Death Arts, but now, beneath Tong Tian Shu, the bone membrane continued absorbing dead silence.
Wang Wen had once told him that to be no weaker than any abyss in Dead Silence Power and move freely through the Death Universe, he would need Tong Tian Shu. But not like this. He would use Tong Tian Shu to absorb divine power and strengthen his bones, allowing him to absorb more Dead Silence Power through the Three Death Arts