The risk was certainly not small, but as the saying went, if you were unwilling to give up the child, you would never trap the wolf. As long as it could make his cultivation soar, Lin Xuan was naturally willing to take the risk and try. Besides, his preparations were also extremely thorough; there should not be any major mistakes.
At that moment, Lin Xuan sat cross-legged, each hand forming an incantation gesture, resting flat between his knees. His eyes were shut tight as he entered the final stage of regulating his breath.
Suddenly, his lips parted slightly, and he slowly recited a string of obscure, difficult-to-understand incantations. Afterward, the seals formed by his hands also shifted without pause, while endless devilish qi surged from his body, baring fangs and brandishing claws like ghosts and monsters, appearing savage to the extreme.
But this was merely the outward appearance. The true change lay in his dantian.
The green spiritual power that had originally been scattered everywhere was slowly gathering together, turning into a green lake. Though its size could not be considered very large, it was still quite considerable.
Lin Xuan used the method of inner sight, carefully observing the changes within his qi sea.
Everything was going smoothly. The corners of his mouth could not help curving into a gratified smile.
His hands moved even faster, until a succession of afterimages actually appeared before him. Meanwhile, the Golden Core inside his body began to spin with a whirling motion. At first it was still slow, but very soon it became rapid, and Lin Xuan sank all of his divine sense into it.
As the spinning speed increased, the size of that Golden Core also grew larger. Beneath it, the lake of spiritual power, which had originally been calm and without