For the next half month, Lin Langtian withdrew from the lively clamor and chose to enter seclusion.
Behind the sect master's Great Hall stood a secret chamber reserved exclusively for the sect master's cultivation, and at this moment, Lin Langtian had borrowed it.
Layers of arrays covered the secret chamber on all sides, isolating inside from outside, while 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 within his body.
In his Supreme Sea, nearly half of the mass of Spiritual Power Divine Marrow from the Immortal King had yet to be refined.
Previously, on Wuji Continent, he had only hurriedly absorbed a portion of it, yet he had already broken through from Low Earthly Supreme to High Earthly Supreme.
If the remainder was fully refined, it would be enough to raise his cultivation another level.
"Immortal King, Senior, thank you."
Lin Langtian murmured inwardly. He then circulated the Dragon Kun Divine Canon, guiding that golden stream of Spiritual Power Divine Marrow to flow slowly.
The golden torrent was like molten gold, surging along his meridians. Wherever it passed, his meridians were widened and strengthened, his bones were tempered until they became even denser, and the power contained in his flesh and blood grew at a visible speed.
The essence of the Immortal King's lifetime of cultivation truly merged with Lin Langtian's physical body at this moment.
Time passed day by day.
Outside the secret chamber, Jiang Yinlan came every day and stopped there for a moment, her cool eyes gazing at the tightly shut stone door in silence.
She did not disturb him. She only stood quietly for a while, then turned and left.
The Savage Emperor's injuries had already fully healed. Every day,