Ye Lin felt somewhat depressed. After absorbing all that undying substance, it had only strengthened half an arm. It was enough to leave him utterly frustrated.
But in the next moment, Ye Lin took out the Nine Nether Soul-Transforming Grass and placed it in his palm.
"You just need to swallow it directly. But you must hold fast to your true heart. Remember: although you will lose your memories within reincarnation, I will call for you a year later. You must come out."
"You will reincarnate nine times. The flow of time in reincarnation differs from that of the real world. One year here amounts to hundreds of millions of years within reincarnation—enough for you. The moment you hear my call a year from now, wake up immediately."
"Whatever you do, don't lose yourself in reincarnation."
The Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar sternly warned Ye Lin. This thing could truly cause one to lose oneself.
There had been powerful cultivators who swallowed it and discovered that everything in their reincarnated worlds went smoothly, their paths clear and unobstructed. In the real world, they were insignificant trash—poor talent, poor comprehension, useless at everything.
Even their Immortal Realm cultivation had been painfully clawed out step by step, relying on nothing but time to wear their way upward.
Yet within reincarnation, their talent, comprehension, and fortune were all maxed out. They swiftly entered the Immortal Realm and gradually lost themselves in that reincarnated world.
The reincarnation world was so wonderful—why return and continue suffering?
"Alright, I'll remember."
Ye Lin nodded solemnly. He would not sink into some so-called reincarnation world. Fake was fake, in the end.
After a moment of silence, Ye Lin swallowed the Nine Nether Soul-Transforming Grass in his hand in one gulp. At once, an unfathomably mysterious aura emanated from his body,