The shadow raised its hand.
A stream of dark symbols suddenly flowed into Ye Fan's mind.
"Ugh—!"
Information flooded him.
Cultivation methods. Energy circulation. Devouring techniques.
"This… is the Art of Devour," the voice said.
Ye Fan's breathing became heavy.
"This technique allows you to devour spirit energy… and even the power of others."
His eyes widened.
"Even… their cultivation?"
"Yes."
The word echoed like a death sentence.
"But remember this," the Dark Emperor continued.
"Devouring is not without risk."
"If your body is too weak… you will be consumed instead."
Ye Fan fell silent.
After everything that had happened today… he had already made his decision.
"I don't care."
The shadow seemed amused.
"Good."
"Then begin."
The Devour Space trembled.
A faint vortex appeared in Ye Fan's chest.
"This is your Devour Core," the voice explained.
"It is still weak… but it will grow."
Ye Fan slowly took a deep breath.
For the first time in his life…
He felt power within reach