Winter passed and spring came. Time flowed on, and before he knew it, another year had gone by.
Lin Xuan's cultivation went extremely smoothly. After more than three hundred days of refinement, the Demon Infant's form finally stabilized completely.
His Golden Core had likewise grown to its limit. Now, as long as he wished it, he could immediately set about condensing a Nascent Soul. Of course, there was still a prerequisite: he had to have enough Heaven Dust Pills in hand.
Therefore, before finding Earth Fire that could refine this divine medicine, Lin Xuan decided to hold off for the time being.
After all, he was not even a hundred years old yet. There was no need to rush the condensation of a Nascent Soul.
Either he would not do it at all, or he would do it with absolute certainty. Lin Xuan had no desire to fail and start over again. Besides, he still had other matters to attend to—first, he would fuse with the Corpse Infant.
Just as he was thinking this, Lin Xuan's brows suddenly stirred. Two powerful auras were rapidly approaching this place.
Core Condensation Realm cultivators!
They were still several li from the small island, but their target was clearly this place.
Lin Xuan's expression could not help darkening. In such a wild and perilous land, with the outer swamp layered with killing intent, who in their right mind had nothing better to do than sneak in here?
Could it be... Ning Family cultivators?
Come to think of it, he had killed their old ancestor before the New Year, yet the other side had remained completely silent, which had made Lin Xuan somewhat puzzled. For them to come investigate only now—wasn't the interval in between a little too long?
Of course, Lin Xuan was in