Two months later, Lin Xuan's face was full of exhaustion. This purification was far more difficult than he had imagined; fortunately, though there had been scares, there had been no real danger.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked up at the cauldron before him. With a slight raise of both hands, two beams of light as thick as a child's arm shot out at the same time.
With a series of hissing sounds, they were absorbed by the Purple Dragon Cauldron. Dense white threads immediately appeared across the surface of the cauldron.
Lin Xuan's hands did not stop. He continued pouring in several streams of magic power, then swept his sleeve and opened the cauldron lid. A green ghost claw had already appeared in midair; its five fingers loosened, dropping the Southern Bright Separation Fire into the cauldron.
Yet the moment this thing entered, the Purple Dragon Cauldron began trembling violently. Even with Lin Xuan's composure, a few traces of anxious panic could not help appearing on his face.
He hurriedly sat upright with solemn bearing, flicking all ten fingers. A fist-sized ball of light appeared before him. Lin Xuan hesitated briefly, then struck his chest. A stream of essence blood sprayed out, and the instant that bloody arrow left his mouth, it was absorbed by the ball of light.
"Go!"
Enduring the pain, Lin Xuan pointed. The ball of light sank into the Earth Fire. The flames flickered unsteadily, turning an eerie jade-green, and only then did the cauldron's trembling finally slowly stop.
Lin Xuan sighed. This was only the beginning; who knew how many difficulties were still waiting for him next.
But his mind had always been tough and tenacious. Since he began cultivating immortality, the hardships and twists he had encountered were beyond counting,