There was no other reason than that the process of feeling it out would be incomparably difficult. If Lin Xuan possessed Ancestor Tianchen's attainments in alchemy and spent several decades researching it, perhaps there might be one or two slivers of hope. But relying on his current self, it was nothing but a fool's dream.
Lin Xuan sighed and drew back his thoughts. This ancient spirit herb was something he could see but not reach, and there was still no trace of the Origin Gold Fruit even now.
But that did not mean he had to despair. Luck was hard to say; perhaps, by some chance one day, he would gather the medicinal ingredients again.
For now, he would meditate first.
Lin Xuan carefully and solemnly took a bottle from his robes, pulled out the stopper, and poured a fiery-red pill from within.
Red Origin Pill!
This was one of the very few spirit medicines that could increase a Core Condensation cultivator's magic power. Lin Xuan did not have many on him either; last time, he had only managed with great difficulty to obtain two hundred waste pills from Spirit Herb Mountain's warehouse.
After deducting those lost to purification failures, only a little over one hundred and eighty remained. However, this was already an astonishing success rate. As for using the Blue Star Sea, Lin Xuan was now incomparably practiced.
It melted as soon as it entered his mouth, and a ball of burning-hot energy rose in his dantian. Lin Xuan formed a spell art with each hand and began slowly circulating his spiritual power.
This bout of meditation lasted several days.
Lin Xuan discovered that as his cultivation rose, the time required for each great heavenly circuit grew longer and longer as well. However, this was a normal phenomenon,