And so, the days passed one by one.
For cultivators, years left no trace. Before he knew it, more than two hundred years had passed since Lin Xuan arrived in Nine Immortals City.
His main Nascent Soul was still at the early Lihe Realm, and his magical power progressed with extreme slowness.
Lin Xuan was not discouraged. He had long anticipated this sort of thing. After all, compared with cultivators of the same rank, his aptitude was truly far too mediocre.
But that did not mean he had gained nothing. Since Lin Xuan had decided to cultivate bitterly, how could he let the years go to waste for nothing?
His Second Nascent Soul and Demon Core had both advanced to Lihe, keeping pace with the cultivation progress of his main Nascent Soul. In this way, even though his realm had not changed, his magical power had become more than twice as deep, and in terms of purity, even compared with a mid-Lihe cultivator, it would not be the slightest bit inferior.
And his gains were far from limited to this one thing.
Over the past two hundred years, Lin Xuan had never stopped consuming Qilin Fruit.
Although the effect after purification could not compare to a true Supreme Qilin Fruit, little grains piled into a heap. After two hundred years, Lin Xuan's physical body had grown tyrannical to an unimaginable degree.
Though he still could not withstand the natal Dharma Treasure of a cultivator of the same rank head-on, if it was an attack from a Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator, he could block it without even activating a protective barrier.
This level had already surpassed ordinary Demon Race members of the same rank.
Even when compared with some Demon Race members possessing the bloodlines of heaven-and-earth spirit beasts, he