There had been no books that described the cultivation methodology of the people—at least, none that Lin Mu had found. All he discovered was that as long as one remained devout and prayed regularly, their strength would grow.
He couldn't help but wonder if this was an intentionally guarded secret—or perhaps something so fundamental to this world that no one questioned it.
Something like breathing air.
WHOOSH
In the middle of their investigation, the Dao Shell and Dao Embryo within the corpse faded away, unable to sustain themselves without the life force of the man they once belonged to.
"Dammit," Daoist Chu cursed, frustrated by what appeared to be a dead end.
"No…" Lin Mu muttered, sensing something else—something more.
He closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again—his Spatial Perception now fully active.
