Three Profound Mysteries Fusion

Gradually, within Linley's magnetic field perception, a trace of burning heat emanated from the blood crystal.

It was a restless life energy, seeping into his skin, flesh, and bones, followed by an itching sensation from the inside out, along with mild pain, like countless ants crawling and biting.

"Physique is starting to strengthen, even if it's just a negligible amount. But if there are enough blood crystals, I can make up for this weakness in a short time!"

Linley smiled. His magnetic field power allowed him to perceive himself and the outside world at a microscopic level, including changes so slight they were almost negligible.

Thomas had said the upper limit of blood crystal enhancement was an Intermediate God Artifact, but legend spoke of a treasure called Blood Marrow Crystal that could break the limits of the Human Bloodline, strengthening the physique to rival a High-level God Artifact. Whether that was true or not remained unknown.

Linley thought, "Blood Marrow Crystal and the like are nothing but hearsay. For now, blood crystal enhancement is enough for me."

Time passed drop by drop...

The stable refining efficiency of blood crystals was indeed poor. A single ordinary blood crystal, the size of an adult man's palm, took Linley half a year to fully consume. One could imagine that purer blood crystals would require even longer.

"Hah!"

Linley took a deep breath and released his grip. The translucent blood crystal was as unremarkable as ordinary crystal, and very brittle—a little force turned it into fragments. These were useless residues; the life energy within had been completely drained.

"One good news, one bad news."

Linley's expression was slightly complicated as he let out a soft sigh.

The good news was that his magnetic field power had strengthened! This confirmed his earlier speculation—physique enhancement drove magnetic field upgrades!

The bad news was that blood crystal enhancement efficiency was too poor. In half a year, his physique had only improved by about one percent!

At first glance, that seemed fine. Half a year wasn't long for God-level powerhouses, but this was the first use, with the best results. Future efficiency would only decline!

No wonder the demand for blood crystals in Hell was limitless!

One could imagine how long it would take to truly strengthen one's physique to rival an Intermediate God Artifact—an unparalleled ordeal.

The key issue was that during blood crystal refinement, the Sanctuary True Body couldn't focus on cultivating Laws or Rules, leaving only the Lightning God Clone. When calculated carefully, this was a loss.

In the cultivation process, having multiple bodies was a crucial aid. Wasting too much time refining blood crystals for a negligible physique boost was far less worthwhile than fully dedicating oneself to comprehending and fusing Law Mysteries—that was the mainstream, correct path to power.

The priorities were clear.

Linley said helplessly, "It's a pity. The magnetic field power can't assist in refining blood crystals yet."

He said "yet" because his current understanding and development of the magnetic field were still shallow. The future held endless possibilities.

Linley calculated inwardly, "Once Thomas and Donald finish nurturing their Intermediate God Artifacts, I'll go annex the Red Demon Tribe, then head to Red Stone City to buy a Soul Gold Bead. Once the soul tear damage is fully healed and strengthened, my cultivation speed can increase a bit more."

Linley understood that battle always carried risks. Confidence wasn't arrogance!

Who knew if the three Intermediate Gods of the Red Demon Tribe had tough opponents, like Divine Beasts? To be safe, preparing attack and defense Intermediate God Artifacts was necessary.

Linley had only been a god for a little over three hundred years. When would he have had time to forge and nurture his own divine artifacts? A qualified artifact generally required ten thousand years of divine power nurturing.

Thomas and the others only had their own attack and defense artifacts. The last time they had spare Intermediate God Artifacts was over nine thousand six hundred years ago, sold for Ink Stone. The next batch would take at least four hundred years.

Days passed one by one...

As Linley had said, most of the Tianlan Tribe's daily affairs were handled by Thomas, with Donald and Dennis assisting. Karl, Jess, David, and George, the four Low-level Gods, took turns on patrol duty.

Linley himself focused on cultivating the Lightning Element Law. Before obtaining ample resources, he didn't plan to waste energy on other Laws.

A God-level powerhouse's strength depended on their strongest divine clone. Having several weaker clones was meaningless—they would only tear the soul and cause damage, holding one back before they matured.

After watching a Floating Shadow Crystal Donald had given him—one that happened to record a Lightning Element God-level powerhouse using the Electromagnetic Space Mystery—Linley's inspiration flowed like a spring, and he easily got started. Suppressing the urge to charge ahead in comprehension, he began fusing Lightning Element and Lightning Speed together.

"Crackle... crackle..."

In the center of the magic array in the room, Linley sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. Bright arcs of lightning, like feathers or dust motes, swirled around him, rubbing against the air and emitting light and heat. His black hair stood on end—if he dyed it, he'd look almost exactly like a Super Saiyan.

Gradually, countless dazzling arcs of lightning in the room tangled into something like a spiderweb or fishing net. The energy contracted again, and the space seemed to compress, generating a strong repulsive force.

Electromagnetic Space Domain!

"I can do this... this is the feeling... keep going... just a little more..."

Linley muttered to himself, his brow twitching. In an instant of thought, he opened more small rooms within this lightning prison, layering them like nested boxes. In his mind, he simulated scenes of enemies trapped inside and various counterattacks.

"Lightning Speed!"

A sudden flash of inspiration broke through a stubborn mental block, surging like a flood, wild and unrestrained.

The originally ordinary lightning prison was instantly infused with soul-like vitality, becoming unpredictable. The baptism of thunder and lightning grew fiercer, carrying scorching, terrifying energy.

"Hah..."

Linley slowly opened his eyes, adjusted and stabilized his emotions, and reviewed his cultivation progress. He couldn't help but sigh, "I've finally found the convergence point for three Mysteries!"

The difficulty of fusing three Mysteries far exceeded fusing two. It required first fusing them in pairs, then merging all three. Once this step was achieved, the basic strength of a High-level God would reach the Six-star Demon level!

This didn't even account for amplifications from weapons, techniques, physique, or innate divine abilities. Some weaker Seven-star Demons had only fused three Mysteries—they just had powerful attacks and passed the Demon Castle's mission assessment!

The original text also mentioned that the gap between Six-star Demons and Seven-star Demons was complex, with occasional examples of the weak overcoming the strong.

For instance, a Seven-star Demon skilled in material attack and defense might encounter a Six-star Demon specializing in soul attacks, and be completely countered. Although the Seven-star Demon had a solid advantage in basic strength, in truly life-or-death battles, a single oversight could expose a flaw, and an accidental defeat was entirely possible.