Lightning coursed as terrifying, searing power frantically tempered the Sharira. The golden Sharira rapidly shrank, while golden liquid returning to its origin fell like raindrops onto Lin Xuan's brow.
Wang Xuanfeng stood dumbfounded. Lin Xuan's spiritual power was still growing wildly, already exceeding fourteen thousand zhang.
"Th-this... how many times has he broken the limit?"
"My heavens!"
Words of shock escaped Wang Xuanfeng's mouth.
He could tell that all of Lin Xuan's accumulated foundations were erupting at once, pushing him toward a pinnacle no one had ever reached.
Lin Xuan's spiritual body remained above his head, continuously expanding.
Only after a third of the power within the Arhat Martial Ancestor's Sharira had been consumed, and his spiritual power had reached fifteen thousand zhang, did that expansion abruptly stop.
"Is it over?"
Wang Xuanfeng immediately drew back his power. The lightning vanished as he stared fixedly at Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan slowly opened his eyes and looked at Wang Xuanfeng, his face full of confusion.
"What do you think?"
Wang Xuanfeng asked tentatively.
"Wasn't the limit supposed to be the extreme of breaking nine... Why is my spiritual power..."
Lin Xuan frowned. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "I feel like if it didn't stop, my spiritual power would burst me apart."
Turbulent waves rose in Lin Xuan's heart.
At this moment, the spiritual power in his Spiritual Sea had nearly condensed into substance. His entire body was enduring immense pressure, and this spiritual power was actually on the verge of crushing him apart.
Fortunately, his spiritual power finally seemed to have reached its limit and stopped growing.
Otherwise, Lin Xuan felt that he would become the first person in the entire history of cultivation to be burst apart by his own spiritual power.
"How would I know?"
Wang Xuanfeng