Liu Yu's gaze regained its calm as he carefully examined this newborn life.
Newborn babies generally had wrinkled skin and features. The fetal membrane and amniotic fluid clinging to them were sticky and gave off an unpleasant smell.
Only after being washed and growing a little would their features smooth out.
It? No, he.
He weighed less than six jin and looked rather frail. A little over a foot long, he was even smaller than a house cat.
In such a harsh environment, even his tenacious hold on life could not prevent his vitality from gradually weakening. His breathing and heartbeat grew ever fainter.
Left alone, he would probably die naturally before long.
But this little fellow was fortunate.
He would not have to die so soon, nor meet his end just as his life began.
To achieve his goals, Liu Yu did not mind employing almost any means, righteous or evil. He had never shied away from killing; one could say he killed without blinking.
But that was only when his interests were involved. Ordinarily, he would not slaughter without reason, nor take pleasure in killing.
Even when his interests were not involved, however, he was not necessarily willing to help other cultivators or mortals.
Every world had its own colors. Regardless of where one came from, living in a world inevitably stained one with its colors.
Yet now, after completing a thoroughly satisfying revenge, he did not want this newborn life to fade away.
Liu Yu extended his hand, disregarding the dirt and filth, and slowly peeled away the fetal membrane covering the baby.
Then, ignoring the amniotic fluid on the baby's skin, he gently pressed his palm against his chest.
The magical power in his dantian circulated through his meridians and gathered in his palm. It then