At the moment Lin Changsheng swallowed the Lamp Core, there was no shock as imagined from Shi Potian.

The cyan, somewhat ethereal flame seed slid down his throat into his esophagus, like a drop of warm dew, silently falling into his dantian's sea of qi.

No burning, no intense pain, not even a trace of excess energy fluctuation.

Within the sea of qi, the lake formed by pure spiritual power remained calm and undisturbed. The flame seed quietly hovered at the center of the lake, emitting a gentle and faint light, as if it could extinguish at any moment.