For the following ninety years, Lin Xin always focused on consolidating and digesting these memory fragments, not daring to take action recklessly.
That is, he strengthened himself through the Demon Talisman Seeds tributed by the ancient beast tribes.
Or he would go to the Outer Regions to slaughter the creatures there on a large scale, especially those with low intelligence but vast Essential Blood, to absorb and transform the Lord's Power and strengthen himself.
However, in the last ten years of those ninety, he no longer dared to absorb any more Lord's Power; instead, he ordered all creatures bound by Soul Pacts to quietly refine themselves and rest, not to act rashly unless necessary.
This was the key to his maintaining silence over the years.
The pain every night had almost become normal for him. Aside from minor changes in personality, everything else was relatively normal.