The purification process needed no description.
Since Lin Xuan had set foot on the path of cultivation, the hardships and tempering he had experienced were countless; calling it a brush with death nine times out of ten would not be an exaggeration. That he had reached this step today was, of course, due to his own efforts, but the effect the Blue Star Sea had played in it absolutely could not be erased.
Otherwise, Lin Xuan did not even possess a Spirit Root—no matter how hard he worked, how could he have become a Tribulation Transcendence Stage cultivator?
As far as Lin Xuan was concerned, purification had long since become as easy as driving a familiar cart down a familiar road, so naturally no mistakes would occur during the process.
Even so, Lin Xuan still did not have much confidence in this purification. After all, how could White Tiger Spirit Blood be something ordinary pills could compare to?
The reason he did this was also because he had enough spirit blood in hand, which gave him the confidence and assurance to attempt it.
If he failed, it would be nothing remarkable.
If his luck was good, however, and the purification succeeded, then the benefits would be beyond words.
When Lin Xuan did things, he had always planned before acting, considering every aspect of the situation. Yet the cultivation world was grotesque and bizarre—how could everything be within his grasp? This time, the result of the purification greatly exceeded Lin Xuan's expectations.
It was a peaceful morning.
Sunlight passed through the clouds, spreading warmth over the earth.
On Yunxia Island, Startling Rainbows of various colors constantly shuttled through the sky.
The great battle several days ago had turned pavilions, towers, and jade-like palaces into ruins, but the underground Spirit Vein