The Fourth Dao Fruit, Divine Ability [Pot-Heaven]! Crisis in Song Territory, Spirit Grafting Once More

Lin Changheng shifted his gaze and saw the strange, ancient beast patterns engraved on the Origin Cauldron. They seemed to have come alive and were awakening, even trying to break free of its walls.

Those heaven-shaking beast cries had come from their mouths.

This time, Lin Changheng remained utterly calm, his eyes roaming as he waited for another change.

Sure enough.

The Origin Cauldron suddenly shuddered, and absolute silence descended around him.

The scene before Lin Changheng shattered inch by inch, like glazed glass falling to the ground.

His consciousness suddenly grew hazy. By the time he recovered, he was already standing in a boundless expanse of darkness.

There was no up or down, left or right, nor any passage of time. Only shattered silver light flickered in the absolute void, like dying stars.

At the center of this space lurked a terrifying, indescribable beast.

An ineffable black mist swirled around it, shrouding its entire body.

Through the black mist, he could faintly see that its body seemed formed from countless overlapping folds of space, each coursing with spatial turbulence. He even had the impression that its scales were solidified cracks in the void, and its claws the edges of shattered dimensions! As it breathed, the surrounding space expanded and contracted, stirring soundless ripples.

Lin Changheng strained his eyes, yet could not make out its true appearance at all.

Most chilling of all were its vertical pupils-they were not eyes of flesh and blood, but two slowly revolving spatial vortices, seemingly containing stars that were born and perished within.

The instant the beast "looked" at Lin Changheng, the entire void groaned as though it could no longer bear the burden.

Then the beast suddenly opened its pitch-black maw, revealing a mouthful of fangs. Countless silver spatial fissures spread like a