Lin Xuan had indeed reached a crucial juncture in his cultivation. The path of immortality only grew more difficult the farther one went, and to break through a bottleneck, the time and effort required also increased.
Take Lin Xuan's current situation as an example: going from the middle stage of Lihe to the late stage was something he could not even think about without ten days or half a month. Yet since Lin Xuan had taken the pills and begun meditating, only one day and one night had passed.
In other words, even if everything went smoothly in his cultivation, the time before he emerged from seclusion was still far beyond reach. In ten days or half a month, even the daylilies would have gone cold; if they truly waited until then, Black Wind Island would probably have changed hands long ago.
And Lin Xuan knew nothing of all that was happening. At this very moment, his cultivation was progressing well. Three kinds of medicinal pills dissolved one after another in his dantian, their medicinal power flowing slowly along his meridians toward his four limbs and hundred bones...
Suddenly, a streak of firelight flew in. This Sound Transmission Talisman was one Lin Xuan had specially bestowed upon his beloved disciple. Because it bore the imprint of his divine sense, it could even ignore and pierce through the restrictions outside the cultivation cave.
Though Lin Xuan was absorbed in cultivation, that did not mean he had no perception whatsoever of the situation around him. With his cautious temperament, even at the moment of assaulting a bottleneck, he would still leave a thread of divine sense outside.
Discovering the Sound Transmission Talisman, Lin Xuan's brow twitched slightly, but the posture of his entire body did not change in the least. To assault