Yet this could not be blamed on Heaven or earth; the only thing to blame was that the Purple Aster Herb's maturation cycle was simply incomparably long, requiring a full two hundred thousand years.
In desolate mountains and great marshes, even if such a spiritual object existed, it would long since have been picked by Ancient Cultivators.
Yet while the immortal path was indeed incomparably difficult, a person's cultivation depended not only on hard work, but sometimes on luck as well.
Lin Xuan, by a twist of fate, had happened to come into this independent space.
The Purple Aster Herbs inside had not only matured long ago, but were spiritual objects that had grown for nearly a million years.
All he needed to do was refine them into immortal pills.
For the Aster Pill, naturally this one ingredient alone was not enough, but aside from the Purple Aster Herb, the other supplementary materials were all extremely easy to gather.
Apart from meditating, Lin Xuan spent most of his time on alchemy.
Of course, sometimes he would also enjoy the pleasures of the bedchamber with Yue'er. After all, people all had seven emotions and six desires; dual cultivation could not be indulged in, but in moderation, it benefited both the body and cultivation, and could also deepen the feelings between the two of them.
Cultivation Room.
Lin Xuan sat cross-legged. In the vast room, there was only his lone figure; Yue'er had gone elsewhere to cultivate and meditate.
After all, if the two of them were together, they would more or less affect each other.
Cultivating immortality allowed no carelessness. When circulating magic power, the greatest taboo was interference from external forces; with the slightest slip, one could suffer deviation.
At this moment, Lin Xuan's face was filled with solemnity, and