The Sacrificial Fire gradually died out. Lin Feng keenly sensed that, as it burned, he had finally screwed that unlucky bastard from the South Seas to death.
To use a less-than-appropriate analogy...
Lin Feng felt that his Second Life Seed was now like a star, a Life Sun.
The other planets revolved around this sun. Like Earth, none of them could survive without it. The life seed had become the source of life.
All his other creations followed that source of life. He could control his Second Life Seed to channel life force—vital essence—into the Fah God.
This was both good and bad.
The good part was that his hair seemed capable of becoming a weapon, and it had developed a degree of synergy with his Spell, [bo], the Whipping Voice.
He seemed to have grown stronger.
The bad part was that his life seed no longer worked the way it used to. Previously, as long as he wasn't injured, vital essence would remain stored inside without disappearing. Now he needed to perform sacrifices at fixed times and places to ensure his second life seed always contained life force.
It was currently at a little over seven hundred percent.
At its current rate of consumption, his Second Life Seed would probably run dry in another ten days.
He didn't normally need it, but the thought of actually losing it made him inexplicably anxious.
I might not use you, but you still have to be there.
A predator that needed to take the initiative.
Lin Feng examined himself carefully in the mirror, confirming that his hair really had reached his waist in an instant and begun growing wildly.
He lifted his hair and gave it a little test.
A sheet of paper split in two in an instant.
As for his