Beyond the tyrannical tempering of his body, the even greater benefit lay in the sharp spiritual energy contained within the sand.
As he raked through the sand, strands of sharp spiritual energy seeped silently into his body like rain moistening all things, eventually transforming into his own spiritual energy.
After only a single day, Lin Feng could clearly sense that this sharp spiritual energy had been stored throughout his limbs, bones, and flesh.
This sharp spiritual power differed from the Qiankun Spiritual Qi he had possessed before. Not only was it more condensed, it was also incomparably sharp.
Lin Feng reckoned that once this sharp spiritual energy accumulated to a certain extent, it should become indestructible and able to cleave through anything.
With this sharp spiritual power within his body, he himself was equivalent to a peerless divine weapon—simply unmatched in dominance.
If other cultivators learned of the mystery within, they would likely pay any price to cultivate here.
No wonder the Mysterious Old Man had said there would be a great surprise after passing the trial. This was far more than a surprise—it was clearly a heaven-sent opportunity.
After resting for a moment, Lin Feng felt the pressure of that sharp aura increase once more. He looked at the golden sand on the ground, grinned, and squared off against it again.
Time flew like a shuttle, days flashed by like arrows, and another day passed in the blink of an eye.
Lin Feng's raking movements became even fiercer. His haggard complexion from yesterday had now turned ruddy, and his vitality was brimming.
Without a doubt, this truly was an exceptional place for cultivation.
However, Lin Feng had greatly underestimated the sharp spiritual energy contained within the golden sand.
He could clearly sense that as the strength of his