As Meng Chuan passed Yu Shang's Daoist Grounds, he stopped for a look. Then he flicked a finger, sending an invisible mote of light into Yu Shang's body.
This was not Ye Fan's direct line, after all, and the bloodline within Yu Shang could only be called faint.
Among Yu Shang's descendants, even those who could awaken a trace of the Heavenly Emperor's bloodline were rare.
Most of his clansmen merely enjoyed the benefits of a dormant Heavenly Emperor bloodline.
Only occasionally did that bloodline stir back to life.
But that blood still flowed through their veins. Giving them a hand was only right.
And in a world like this, the greatest help anyone could receive was a rise in strength.
Even if Yu Shang broke through again, he still would not rank among the strongest in the Yang World. So the faint light Meng Chuan had sent from his fingertip served another purpose as well.
Within his Daoist Grounds, Yu Shang opened his eyes. For some reason, his body suddenly felt hot, as though...
As though he had taken some kind of medicine?
Yu Shang was bewildered. He immediately began checking his condition.
Had I suffered a cultivation deviation?
But Yu Shang soon realized something was off.
Not only had he suffered no cultivation deviation—his strength seemed to be rising.
His body and Primordial Spirit seemed to have been infused with some substance. They were tempered without pause, their very essence improving.
Insights into the Great Dao kept welling up in his mind, deepening his understanding of the Evolution Path. Everything suddenly seemed clear.
Yu Shang was at a loss. What was happening?
Why was this happening when I'd just been sitting at home?
In that brief span alone, Yu Shang felt his Dao Attainment rise by a considerable