The black wind howled, and the space of Mount Wuding gradually began to repair itself automatically, with large chunks of black spatial gaps continuously being filled by the surrounding space.
Lin Xin's face showed astonishment, complexity, and agitation, but he was distinctly not confused.
The eyes of True Monarch Huang Yuan in front of him had completely lost their luster, and his entire body disintegrated like foam, breaking down into extremely fine black grains of sand and scattering in the wind.
In the soul power transmitted from Huang Yuan, there were also some doubts that he had not yet understood.
He also understood why Huang Yuan was so obsessed with becoming stronger.
The Desolate Vault Holy Body indeed possessed formidable power, but ultimately, it was extremely difficult to cultivate it to the great achievement at the peak.
Only a handful of previous Sect Masters had managed to train it to the pinnacle, the Ninth Layer.