The dark tomb chamber trembled, scattering dust and ash.
Gu Jianlin seemed to be bathing in an ocean of spirituality, yet he was also enduring excruciating pain.
The massive influx of spirituality into his body felt as though it were on the verge of tearing him apart.
In the depths of his consciousness, the Black Qilin had always maintained absolute dominance, greedily devouring the overwhelming spirituality.
Half of the spirituality, it expelled outward.
The spiritual essence was entirely absorbed by his Divine form.
The process was accompanied by a tearing sensation, a pain that was almost unbearable.
If Gu Jianlin were still in his human form, with his mind and body already exhausted, he would never have been able to absorb so much spirituality at once—his human vessel would have collapsed.
The secret medicine Jing Ci gave him earlier had only a minimal amount of spiritual restoration, precisely considering that his body could not withstand more.
