C2 Taotie Had Arrived.

"Ah?!" Chen Fann was taken aback.

Taotie?

The Fifth Son of the Dragon!

A creature that devours all!

An ancient and ferocious beast of legend!

"Hahaha! Lad, you recognize my formidable reputation. This place is your dantian, where your Golden Core was split open, leaving it barren. I have mended your dantian for you. In return, I shall reside here until I regain my full strength!" The voice ebbed and flowed, and with it, the chaos within his dantian burst into brilliant light.

Chen Fann's eyes widened as an incredibly grotesque monster materialized before him!

Its body was cloaked in iridescent scales, resembling a wild ox with a pair of twisted, razor-sharp horns atop its head. Its gaping maw, lined with serrated teeth, took up nearly two-thirds of its entire form!

A formidable aura washed over him, causing Chen Fann to stumble backward.

His heart racing, Chen Fann eagerly inquired, "Lord Taotie, you can ensure my survival? Grant me immortality?"

"Immortality is a tall order; you must rely on your own cultivation for that. However, as your host, I shall lend you my support."

"Understood!"

Though somewhat bewildered, Chen Fann nodded, his gaze fixed on the immense creature with a mix of awe and fear.

Despite Taotie's injuries, its presence was still intimidating, enough to send shivers down Chen Fann's spine.

"Young one, I will bestow upon you the Devouring Rune. As I consume the spiritual essence of all creation, you can harness this rune to siphon the spiritual energy and innate talents of the world for your own use!"

"To extract the world's spiritual energy and innate talents?!" Chen Fann's eyes grew wide with astonishment.

In a world brimming with individuals endowed with unique bloodlines and talents, the possibilities were endless. Could he really harness those gifts?

The thought left Chen Fann brimming with excitement.

Simultaneously, a rune imprint surfaced on his left arm.

"Hehe, have no doubts. Let's put it to the test, and you'll see for yourself."

With that, Taotie ascended gracefully, perching atop the clouds, and began to draw in the world's Spiritual Energy.

Chen Fann focused, and the Devouring Rune on his arm glowed faintly, the ancient inscriptions emerging.

Instantly, Spiritual Energy surged toward him.

Swish! Swish!

A vortex of energy swirled around Chen Fann, attracting Spiritual Energy like a magnet.

As the Spiritual Energy flowed into his dantian, it merged seamlessly, and his cultivation level soared...

Qi Refining Layer One!

Qi Refining Layer Two!

...

Qi Refining Layer Nine!

Qi Condensation Layer One!

Qi Condensation Layer Two!

Qi Condensation Layer Three!

In mere moments, Chen Fann's cultivation had astonishingly returned to its former state, Qi Condensation Layer Three.

In Miracle Land, cultivators were held in the highest esteem.

The mightiest among them could traverse the heavens, delve into the earth, and grasp the stars, wielding boundless power.

Cultivators were ranked from the foundational Qi Refining to the exalted Immortal Monarch, with each realm comprising nine distinct layers.

Previously, Chen Fann's dantian had been ruptured, his spiritual energy utterly depleted, leaving him on the brink of death.

Now, not only was his dantian restored, but he had also rapidly ascended back to Qi Condensation Layer Three. This pace of advancement was several times swifter than when he possessed the revered Purple Pole Sacred Body.

"Ye Xiongtian, consider your head merely on loan to your neck. The day my cultivation eclipses yours will mark your end!" Chen Fann's fists tightened as a glint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

With his current, almost miraculous rate of cultivation, he was confident that within three months, he'd surpass Ye Xiongtian.

Before today, Zhang Xiangtian and Zhao Qianli might have feared Chen Fann's attack, given his status as a Qi Condensation Layer Three cultivator.

But now, with his dantian stolen, reduced to nothing more than a shell, how could he stand against two at the pinnacle of Qi Refining?

Little did they know, Chen Fann had not only regained his strength but also stumbled upon an incredible fortune.

Their confident strikes were child's play to Chen Fann. Without flinching, he reached out, and before they could react, the daggers they wielded were suddenly in his possession.

"Ah, what—how is this happening?" Zhang Xiangtian gasped in shock, while Zhao Qianli's gaze hardened with gravity. "Impossible. Your cultivation should have dissipated with your dantian. How do you still possess such power?"

"How, indeed?" Chen Fann sneered, his hands rising before crashing down upon their heads.

They had no chance to flee before Chen Fann's palm strike left them bleeding from every orifice, their life force ebbing away.

"You, you..." Their eyes bulged with confusion and disbelief.

Chen Fann whispered, "Curious why? You can ask the King of Hell."

He was about to finish them off when the Devouring Rune in his hand pulsed, unleashing a mysterious suction in his palm.

Zhang Xiangtian and Zhao Qianli, expecting death, were shocked to feel their Spiritual Qi draining rapidly towards their crowns and vanishing.

"My cultivation, it's fading!" Zhang Xiangtian cried out in terror.

Zhao Qianli struggled in vain against Chen Fann's grip, and even Chen Fann wished to release him, fearing the merging of two distinct Spiritual Qi could drive him mad.

But the suction was beyond his control, and their cultivation levels visibly plummeted as their spiritual energy was siphoned into Chen Fann's body, coursing through his meridians towards his dantian.

Chen Fann braced for a clash within his dantian, but to his surprise, a slumbering beast within awoke, inhaling all the spiritual energy with a mere breath.

Moments later, the beast let out a satisfied belch, and a stream of exquisitely pure Qi flowed from its horn, infusing Chen Fann's dantian.

In that instant, Chen Fann not only reclaimed his Qi Condensation Layer Three status but ascended to Layer Four.

"An entire realm ascended!" Chen Fann was astounded. His new dantian was ordinary, devoid of any innate talent—far inferior to his former Purple Saint Body, and even less impressive when compared to an average person.

But now, Chen Fann understood that by absorbing others' spiritual energy and relying on Taotie for cultivation, the vaunted Purple Saint Body would be utterly insignificant.

Taotie was slumbering peacefully in his dantian, and it was clear that Chen Fann's absorption of spiritual energy was aiding in Taotie's recovery from its wounds.

Upon reopening his eyes, Chen Fann was taken aback. Zhang Xiangtian and Zhao Qianli, whom he had previously subdued by pressing on their crown chakras, had been reduced to mere husks, their life's cultivation completely drained.

A faint spark of life lingered within them, yet their hollow eyes bulged with unspoken terror as they gazed upon Chen Fann.