For the next half month, Lin Langtian left the bustle and clamor behind and chose to remain in seclusion.
Behind the sect master's main hall stood a secret chamber reserved exclusively for the sect master's cultivation. At the moment, Lin Langtian had borrowed it.
Layer upon layer of arrays covered the chamber on all sides, cutting it off from the outside world. The spiritual power within was so dense it had almost condensed into liquid.
Lin Langtian sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, his mind sinking into his body.
Within his Supreme Sea, nearly half of the mass of Spiritual Power Essence from the Immortal King had yet to be refined.
Earlier on Wuji Continent, he had only hastily absorbed a portion of it, yet he had already broken through from Lower-level Earthly Supreme to the high level.
If he completely refined what remained, it would be enough to raise his cultivation another level.
"Senior Immortal King, thank you."
Lin Langtian murmured inwardly, then circulated the Dragon Kun Divine Canon, guiding that golden Spiritual Power Essence to flow slowly.
The golden torrent was like molten gold, surging through his meridians. Everywhere it passed, his meridians were widened and strengthened, his bones were tempered until they grew even denser, and the power contained in his flesh and blood increased at a visible speed.
The essence of the Immortal King's lifelong cultivation truly fused with Lin Langtian's flesh at this moment.
Time passed day by day.
Outside the secret chamber, Jiang Yinlan came every day to stand there for a short while, her cold, clear eyes gazing at the tightly shut stone door in silence.
She would not disturb him. She only stood quietly for a time, then turned and left.
The Savage Emperor's injuries had already fully healed. Every day, in