"No... no, my cultivation."
Only then did Xiaoyao realize that his cultivation had leapt in one bound to the peak of Mahayana. The shock was immense—he had clearly died just moments ago.
Yet after waking again, his cultivation had surged by such a tremendous margin?
It was simply inconceivable.
"Could it be that I really am the chosen son of fate? That makes no sense, but..."
Xiaoyao stroked his chin and fell into deep thought. Right now, he truly felt as though he had become the chosen son of fate.
Otherwise, how could a dead man not only come back to life, but also see his cultivation soar? Who would believe that if told?
Only the utterly unreasonable luck of a chosen son of fate could accomplish something like this, surely.
"Main body?"
Only then did the bewildered Xiaoyao notice Ye Lin below. He took a single step, and his figure was already before Ye Lin.
"How do you feel?"
Ye Lin looked at Xiaoyao and said with a smile.
"Powerful. Incomparably powerful. And my condition has returned to its absolute peak."
Xiaoyao closed his eyes, his expression somewhat blissful as he spoke.
"Master."
Seeing Xiaoyao fully restored, Ye Yun's face lit up with joy. Her master had come back to life.
"So this is the power of the Sword Heart Demon Seed? It's terrifying."
Zhao Ran, who had witnessed the entire process from the side, stared wide-eyed. It was not as though he had been unaware of Xiaoyao's condition just now—he had been dead beyond any doubt.
Yet now he had returned at full strength. Was this the effect of a legendary supreme treasure? This could no longer be called defying the heavens; it was simply unimaginable.
"Sword Heart Demon Seed? What does that mean?"
Xiaoyao frowned. The main