Time slipped by in silence. That day, Lin Xuan was meditating inside his cave dwelling, a mass of green demonic fire the size of a chicken egg floating before his chest.
After nearly ninety days and nights of tempering, the Azure Phantom Nether Fire was already slightly different from before. Not only had its color grown deeper, but at the heart of the flame, a wisp of poison qi the size of a fingertip had faintly gathered and refused to disperse.
This was pure absolute poison. Ordinarily, it hid within the flames, and when needed, it could wound enemies without form or trace. Lin Xuan believed that even against an old monster of the Nascent Soul Realm, this poison should still have some small effect.
That way, even if he was targeted again by the likes of Ghost Emperor Haotian, although he still would not be able to contend with them, at least aside from fleeing, he would have a tiny bit of power to strike back.
Lin Xuan opened his eyes, a trace of satisfaction appearing in them, and slowly drew the fire back into his body.
Afterward, his hands moved in a flurry, and he was just about to continue cultivating the Nine Heavens Profound Art when, all of a sudden, a tremendous rumble came from outside and entered his ears. The earth shook, the mountains swayed, and the entire cave dwelling began to tremble.
Lin Xuan froze, but very quickly reacted. His figure flickered, and he was already outside the mountain.
At this moment, Spirit Herb Mountain was seething with voices. Thousands of disciples had already run out from their places of cultivation, their faces filled with shock as they whispered among themselves, not knowing what had happened.
As for the small number of experts who knew