Lin Xin knew he had to devour as much as possible before others discovered this place.
Otherwise, if other Dao Ancestors who needed the corpse rushed over, he wouldn't just fail to devour any attributes; he might not even keep his life.
Even though his average attributes have reached tens of billions, he is still far from being a match for the Dao Ancestor.
At most, he's grown from what would be considered less than a speck of dust, to a tiny ant at the feet of Dao Ancestors. Able to make them notice him.
A massive amount of white substance surged into Lin Xin's chest.
His mind was blank, thinking of nothing, all of his soul and spiritual power focused on digesting the devouring white substance.
The concentration of this stuff was too high, the quantity too much.
It's like a person drinking water and suddenly having water poured into their mouth from a faucet; if not careful, they'd surely choke, maybe even drown.
