Yi Yun looked at the Celestial Silkworm's blood that was floating in front of him. It was crystalline, like a ruby under sunlight.
He took a deep breath and devoured the Celestial Silkworm blood.
The essence contained within the blood fused into every part of Yi Yun's body.
The Celestial Silkworm's blood boiled in his body but it did not cause him any pain. Neither did it experience any obstruction, instead flowing as though the blood was a part of Yi Yun's body to begin with.
Yi Yun settled down and cultivated peacefully. The effects from the River of Forgetfulness's water had declined from before, but he still experienced time about twenty times faster.
Cultivation knew no time. Through the tempering of Yi Yun's foundation with time, he had reached the limit of the Dao Palace realm.
