Lu Yin was unaware of Fatesand’s value, but just from these two points, he was certain that its value surpassed his imagination. He did not hesitate to slice open the skin on his left arm and fuse a second grain of Fatesand into his body.

The intense pain from before still had not vanished yet, but Lu Yin was already starting a second round. The renewed suffering was so intense that it could cause one to lose their mind, but fortunately, it was not Lu Yin’s first time experiencing such agony. The backlash from consuming the improved strengthening fruits had been nearly as severe as assimilating the Fatesand grains. Actually, those fruits might have even been more painful. There was also how the formcast model helped one break through realms, which was an extremely agonizing process. 

Some said that cultivators cycled between progress and pain, which was a view that Lu Yin shared.

The second grain of Fatesand successfully suppressed his physical body’s strength by another level. When Lu Yin tested his strength again, he was rendered speechless yet again. His current physical strength still surpassed what he had before this, and a random punch was about as strong as one of his old Five Stacks attacks. 

Mister Mu’s eyes flashed, and shock appeared in their depths. At his level, there was not much that could surprise him, but Lu Yin’s talent in his physical body was still enough to astound him; it seemed...