To be fair, when Lin Xuan saw that line, he was greatly astonished. But after pondering it for a moment, he was relieved.
Unlike humans, although Demon Race members in the Transformation Realm also commanded magic treasures and borrowed the aid of external objects, they also placed great importance on cultivating and tempering their original bodies.
There were even certain demon beasts who, no matter how high their cultivation, would never use magic treasures, instead refining the sharp fangs and claws they were born with to an inconceivable level. They could destroy gold and split stone as if cutting tofu, and directly clash head-on with top-grade magic treasures.
Though the human body was far inferior to that of the Demon Race, since this was a method imitating their divine abilities, it was not strange that, once a top-grade cultivation art was trained to its most profound level, its hardness could rival ordinary magic treasures.
Lin Xuan sighed. The path of immortal cultivation truly was endlessly mysterious. Even the current him had only glimpsed the threshold.
He put down the scroll in his hand and saw that the sky had already darkened. The sun had sunk below the hillside, and Lin Xuan began sitting cross-legged in meditation. Speaking of which, he had not cultivated properly these past few days, and had already fallen behind on quite a bit of practice.
Now that he had time, he really ought to regulate his breathing properly.
This was a place with a top-grade Demon Vein, yet the spiritual energy was extremely thin. Originally, it was not suitable for an immortal cultivator like him. Fortunately, Lin Xuan still had all sorts of spirit medicines to swallow; relying on their medicinal power, he could cultivate all the same.
The night passed without incident. When the morning