It was like smoke, like mist—formless and intangible, yet undeniably real.
It landed upon the cyan Treasure Talisman.
"SWISH!"
What happened next made Lin Changheng's eyes widen slightly. The Treasure Talisman, about the size of an adult's palm, flew directly toward him, shrinking continuously under an azure glow before being drawn into his mouth.
It finally settled in his Dantian, avoiding the Red Sky Profound Flame in the center. It took up a corner and began to bob gently.
But Lin Changheng felt as if the object had lost its physical form, as though it had been assimilated by the blue light.
'Truly miraculous...'
Lin Changheng marveled, sensing that the Treasure Talisman was being nurtured, seemingly inhaling and exhaling Spiritual Mechanism.
'My Lifespan is long anyway. If I spend a hundred years nurturing this genuine Treasure Talisman, I might be able to kill High Tier Cultivators in the future! It will become one of my pillars of support!'
