After an hour, the wounds on Ye Chen's body had all healed, and the new skin showed no trace of injuries. Internally, his shock-damaged organs had also returned to their optimal state.
Moreover, the illusory sword seed in his dantian had solidified considerably.
This was just after dividing the Holy Source Grass into ten parts and consuming only a small segment of its leaf, and over ninety percent of its energy was spent on nourishing the source of his physique.
Then.
Ye Chen opened his eyes, took another small segment of Holy Source Grass, and put it in his mouth.
At the side, Master Legs couldn't help but mutter: "This brat absorbs energy so quickly... his dormant source must be extremely terrifying, like a bottomless pit."
Only the senior of the Dragon Race on the tenth level of the Sword Tomb, Luo Qingyi, and Ye Chen himself knew about Ye Chen having the ancestral bloodline of an ancient race; Master Legs didn't have a clue.
Time ticked away.
A day later.
