The sun set and rose again.
Chen Lin spent an entire day and night fishing without catching anything.
But he did not mind.
He was hardly alone. Countless people fished along the shore or waited to scoop something out, yet aside from the Burly Swordsman earlier, no one else had caught anything.
Catching a living creature from Sword Lake was a rare occurrence to begin with.
Sometimes an entire year passed without anyone catching one.
Chen Lin also learned that even a successful catch did not necessarily yield a complete Sword Formula. It might be only a fragment, and the formulas varied wildly in quality.
Everything depended on luck.
"Luck, huh?"
Chen Lin muttered inwardly.
Then he took out an Origin Orb and swallowed it.
In truth, now that his talent ability had reached greater mastery, Origin Orbs did little for him. Their effect was even weaker in the Nightmare Realm.
Still, something was better than nothing.
As long as it helped Xiaoyu's clone recover even a little faster, it was worth using. He had ample experience fishing in the Nightmare Realm. Without a few tricks, catching anything good was simply impossible.
So he still had to cheat.
Chen Lin had already observed that as long as he stayed outside the lake's boundaries, whatever methods he used would not violate the rules.
The Sword Cultivators along the shore were already employing all manner of bizarre techniques.
Some used fishing rods, others nets.
Some even sucked water out through pipes, bombarded the surface with Sword Will, or sent flying swords darting back and forth.
Yet not a single person suffered a backlash.
Changing his luck a little should therefore be fine as well.
However, Chen Lin did not intend to use it immediately.
The full moon was only a dozen or