"A Mahayana-stage physical body." The corners of Chen Lin's mouth lifted slightly. Enduring that drop of blood had been worth it.
In the Myriad Worlds Recruit Camp, the Mahayana stage put him on Fatty Wang's level. With his physical strength alone, he could now kill his former self from a few days ago with a single punch.
He looked inward at his heart.
Only one percent of that golden drop of blood had been consumed. The remaining ninety-nine percent had formed a golden blood bead, suspended in his heart's chamber and locked firmly in place by the true dragon dao laws.
At his current realm, forcibly absorbing the remaining blood of a Great Golden Immortal would make his body explode.
With this blood bead, he only needed to draw from it steadily, and his physical strength could advance all the way to the immortal realm without obstruction.
Great Golden Immortals really are loaded, Chen Lin quipped inwardly.
He reined in his aura, suppressing the fluctuations of his Mahayana-stage physical body within himself.
Outwardly, he looked like a cultivator who had just broken through to early body integration. In the Myriad Worlds Recruit Camp, only those at the integration stage qualified to leave the mine and officially join the fighting.
Turning around, Chen Lin looked at the others by the wall.
Silence hung in the air.
Heavenly Hatred True Lord's eyes bulged, and the finger he pointed at Chen Lin trembled. "In... integration stage? How much fucking time has even passed?"
Changqingzi's knees buckled, and he dropped to the ground with a thud, kowtowing with practiced ease. "My lord's divine might is unrivaled!"
Star Moon Demon Saint swallowed. As a member of the Demon Tribe, he was especially sensitive to bloodlines.
He distinctly sensed an imperial pressure emanating from Chen Lin