If his original self truly began reclaiming her divine sense someday, he would transfer most of it into her.
After this "sacrificing the plum tree to save the peach tree," Luan Yanling would disappear, while he would preserve his own life.
The key to achieving all this lay in Luan Yanling's cultivation-he had to make her break through to the Spirit Transformation Realm as soon as possible, and bring her cultivation as close as possible to his own sixth layer of the Spirit Transformation Realm.
Only then could he cross the sea under cover of the heavens when his original self reclaimed her divine sense, without her noticing anything amiss.
Over the years, Elder Ziling had been secretly cultivating an art of "grafting flowers onto another tree."
Once mastered, this secret art would allow him to forcibly pour his own cultivation into another person's body, helping them rapidly increase their strength.
But the price of pouring his cultivation into someone else was a corresponding decline in his own-his cultivation at the sixth layer of the Spirit Transformation Realm was the foundation of his standing in the Human Realm, so naturally, he was unwilling to sacrifice too much of it.
Thus, the higher Luan Yanling's own cultivation rose, the less he would need to pour into her, keeping his losses to a minimum.
Bzzz...
Just after Elder Ziling immersed his mind in cultivation, a strand of divine sense as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice suddenly trembled deep within his sea of consciousness, without the slightest warning.
A bone-piercing chill instantly swept through his entire sea of consciousness, making every hair on his body stand on end and forcing his cultivation to a halt.
"What's going on? Why has my original self's divine sense activated on its own?"
Elder Ziling's heart lurched in