Lin Xuan naturally would not let such a fine opportunity slip by.
So though the pain left his entire body numb, he still desperately forced his consciousness to maintain the bare minimum of clarity, sensing the flow of spiritual power, and that wondrous feeling brought about when a realm broke through.
Although he could not grasp every single part of the process, the benefits within went without saying. Cultivating immortality—cultivating immortality—grew harder the further one went. Spiritual medicines could improve the chances of breaking through a bottleneck, but they were not one hundred percent effective. In the end, pills were still only external force, serving an auxiliary role. The deciding factor was still oneself. Especially at Lin Xuan's current realm, aside from bitter cultivation, there were times when he also needed a sudden flash of insight.
An opportunity like this was extremely rare. Lin Xuan focused his heart on comprehending it, to the point that he even ignored the enemy's attacks.
In truth, even if he wanted to pay attention, he could only sigh helplessly, because up to now, his body still could not move.
Boom!
Sick Demon's attacks had already swarmed over. Explosions rang out without end. The light barrier still had not been broken, but it had grown increasingly dim. This fellow was, after all, a Dongxuan Realm cultivator; the damage caused by his all-out assault was far stronger than when Lin Xuan and Xianmu Yi Lan's group of four had joined hands back then.
Given a little more time, the protective barrier would be broken. Yet there was not the slightest trace of joy on the old monster's face. Instead, his expression grew more and more overcast.
It could even be called alarm and fury, because inside the barrier, Lin Xuan's aura had begun to grow in