Time flowed like water; the years flew like arrows. In the blink of an eye, another three years had passed.
Three years meant more than a thousand days. Lin Xuan had been roaming everywhere all this time, searching for a spiritual land where he could cultivate and break through his bottleneck, while also keeping an ear out for news of the Nether Dark King.
Unfortunately, there had never been much progress.
This time, Lin Xuan wanted to advance into the Tribulation Transcendence Stage. The difficulty was so great that, compared with his previous bottlenecks, they could not be mentioned in the same breath. Naturally, his requirements for a spiritual land were extremely high.
Although the Spirit Veins in this Lost Realm were of no poor quality, how could those blessed grotto-heavens where spiritual energy was dense possibly be without owners?
All of them were occupied by powerful sects and clans.
Although Lin Xuan considered his own strength to be no small matter, and he might not necessarily fear those sects and clans, he had only just provoked a great enemy like the Nether Dark King, so it was inadvisable to expose his identity. At a time like this, of course he could not openly go looking for trouble with those sects and clans.
It was not that Lin Xuan had not thought of restraining his cultivation and secretly sneaking in when those sects and clans recruited disciples.
With his Qi Concealment Technique, doing this would not be difficult.
But even if he got in, then what?
What good spiritual land could be allocated to a disciple who had just entered the sect?
Whether sect or clan, the places with the best Spirit Veins would certainly be occupied by that faction's Supreme Elders.
There was absolutely no doubt about this.
Moreover,