The two spoke in low voices through sound transmission.
Zhao Wu Mian stood nearby with his eyes half-closed, his spiritual senses spread out as he watched for any threats that might appear around them.
Though in a world like this, it was unlikely that anything could threaten them.
Still, caution never hurt.
Lin Xin sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, the temperature of his body rapidly rising.
At this moment, his entire mind was focused on that wisp of aura he had separated out.
Following that thread of aura, his consciousness slowly sank deeper.
The aura was like a strip of colorless gauze, filled with countless fine threads woven into a net. The net had been stretched long, then twisted and rolled.
It had become this thread of warmth that had been drawn out.
Lin Xin's consciousness delved ever deeper, growing increasingly minute and microscopic.
He focused his mind and looked toward one of the fine threads within.
Even smaller threads coiled and crossed over that thread like blood vessels, with minute, viscous silver-white fluid flowing within them.
Countless fine threads flowed with fluid at once, like a mass of flexible glass tubes dancing and winding ceaselessly around Lin Xin's consciousness.
"My perception..."
It was also Lin Xin's first time concentrating to such an extent to perceive an object and the microscopic world within it.
He had not used his perception this way for a very, very long time. Even he had not realized that he could now see things so minute.
Looking at the countless threadlike vessels around him, his consciousness moved slightly closer.
At once, he heard waves of invisible Dao intent constantly emanating from within the tubes.
Life... nurturing... irrigation... warmth...
All Dao intent related to reproduction and nurturing radiated from within. Though it was incredibly faint,