Old Garden was simply too useless. He cultivated demonic arts himself, yet sanctimoniously called its methods cruel and kept restricting it from absorbing the essence of living beings.
As a result, it had remained in a state of depletion all these years. Forget recovering—he should have thanked the heavens if his condition had not worsened.
After all, during that final battle alongside his master, his master had fallen, while he himself had suffered unprecedented devastation.
In an instant, the two of them became like vampires, relentlessly drawing in the vital essence and blood qi from the corpse.
No matter how long the corpse had been dead, even a mere trace of blood qi upon it was more than Ye Lin could fully absorb and refine.
The entire process lasted a full three days, making Chu Yang, who had been waiting outside, unable to help suspecting that Ye Lin had died in there.
Over those three days, Ye Lin's cultivation had reached the terrifying peak of Tribulation Transcendence, only one step away from entering the Mahayana realm.
And now, he could no longer continue absorbing.
Demonic qi coiled around his entire body, and his eyes were bloodshot. He had absorbed too much, allowing a trace of evil intent from the corpse to enter his body.
Coupled with the overwhelming demonic nature of the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art, if he continued absorbing, he would inevitably suffer qi deviation.
There was nothing wrong with raising his cultivation, but he had no desire to lose his reason for the sake of fleeting power and become a monster that knew only how to kill.
"Tsk, I can't absorb any more either. If it were me at my peak, forget a mere True Immortal—even..."
Halfway through, the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar suddenly shut its mouth. Forget it. Even