The first time he purified an Immortal Stone, only three short days passed before Lin Xuan came out of the Cultivation Room.
This meant that, after no more than three days and nights, whether the purification had succeeded or failed had already come to a result.
This time, however, the time it took was clearly much longer than last time.
A full half month went by, and the door to the Cultivation Room still did not stir in the slightest.
Then another seven or eight days passed.
Creak...
Without the slightest warning beforehand, the stone door that had been sealed in dust all this time suddenly opened to either side, and a disheveled fellow walked out from within.
It was none other than Lin Xuan.
In barely half a month, Lin Xuan's appearance had actually become haggard to the extreme. Yet the excitement on his face could not be concealed no matter what.
He had succeeded.
Over this half month, he had endured hardship, and in the middle had experienced all sorts of twists and turns. It could be said that the process of this purification was simply a torment that exhausted both mind and strength.
But no matter what, Lin Xuan had succeeded.
He spread out his palm. The originally pitch-black stone had now actually shrunk considerably, shaped like a date pit.
At a glance, its entire body was incomparably warm and lustrous, and the spiritual glow on its surface flowed without cease, brightening and dimming in turn. As that halo flickered, countless faint, extraordinarily mysterious spirit patterns emerged.
Those spirit patterns seemed like living things. As they bounced and leapt, it was not at random, but in secret accord with the Laws of Heaven and Earth, actually forming one miniature array after another.
Even more inconceivably, each time