Lin Xuan knew nothing of everything that was happening outside the valley. At this moment, he was still sitting cross-legged in the Secret Chamber of his cultivation cave.
His eyes were tightly shut, and blue light glazed his entire body. Yet the uneasy expression had already vanished, replaced by composure and joy.
Three years of hard work—though that bit of time was nothing at all to a Tribulation Transcendence Stage cultivator, Lin Xuan had suffered greatly. To say he had escaped death by a hair's breadth nine times over would not be an exaggeration.
With his current strength, refining the Hundun Taiyin Qi strand by strand naturally would not have posed any problem.
However, that unexpected turn of events had completely thrown Lin Xuan's original plan into chaos.
He was unwilling to abandon the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire, so he had no choice but to risk everything on one gamble. Thus he had gone through all sorts of twists and turns, but fortunately, he had finally turned danger into safety.
As the saying went, one who survived a great disaster was bound to have good fortune afterward. Right now, Lin Xuan was admiring the fruits of his labor.
His hands were folded before his chest, and in his palms hovered a flame the size of a chicken egg.
Five-Colored Glaze—dazzling spiritual light flowed endlessly over its surface.
At a glance, it seemed no different from the former Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire, yet Lin Xuan's face revealed a confident smile.
He moved his hands, his ten fingers brushing lightly, fluttering back and forth as though plucking a zither or a pipa, the entire motion carrying not the slightest trace of anger or heat.
Then spiritual radiance flashed, and many points of light appeared on the surface of the Phantom Spirit Heaven