What Ye Lin was taking now was precisely the second path—the path of a true immortal.
He had no use for the first path; he did not primarily cultivate the physical body, while he simply looked down on the third.
In terms of combat power, the second kind of immortal was naturally the strongest.
That was exactly why he had chosen the second path.
If he was going to do it, he would do the strongest.
Within Ye Lin's golden-glowing body, his five viscera and six bowels were clearly visible. His meridians crisscrossed in a dense web, and streams of incomparably pure Immortal Power surged through them.
Ye Lin sat quietly with both hands placed over his dantian, his heart beating with vigorous, vibrant life.
The next moment, a layer of snow-white skin began to appear over Ye Lin's surface. It gradually spread across his entire body, and little by little, a brand-new Ye Lin appeared upon the ground.
Ye Lin sat there quietly, naked, three thousand strands of black hair cascading over his shoulders. His entire body looked like a work of art.
Every inch of him was incomparably perfect, as though the Heavenly Dao itself had personally carved him into being—flawless and without blemish. This was an immortal body.
Born perfect, without the slightest flaw to be found.
For immortals were noble, mysterious, perfect, and ethereal.
"Continue. Shatter."
Ye Lin raised his hands, forming one bizarre hand seal after another. Then, with a crisp crack, the dantian within his body shattered outright.
His previous dantian could only contain the Immortal Power of an Earth Immortal. Now, he was going to forge a new dantian—a dantian belonging to a Heavenly Immortal.
The next moment, strands of life force intertwined within his dantian, gradually sculpting a flawless bowl.
This was