Chen Lin believed that in any cultivation system, the higher one's cultivation rose, the harder it should become to advance.
It was not even limited to cultivation.
In every profession, the higher one climbed, the harder the ascent became. Whether in his previous life or this one, that principle held true in every field.
Yet his experiences over recent years had shattered Chen Lin's understanding.
Whether it was the owner of the Embroidered Shoe allowing him to form the Nine-Aperture Exquisite Heart in an instant, or the Divine Light Jade Liquid Wine rapidly forming the Purple-Heart Sword, neither made any sense.
The Sweet Dew was the same.
He had refined it almost instantly. The remaining time had all been spent familiarizing himself with the changes.
Such a high-grade spirit liquid being absorbed so quickly was simply unimaginable. Back in the Foundation Establishment Realm, refining high-grade pills had taken him years.
For Dominator Tier experts, cultivating for ten thousand years without making the slightest progress was commonplace. A single divine ability or spell often consumed tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of years, let alone energy that surpassed the Dominator Tier.
Of course.
It was not unheard of for high-grade treasures to be refined quickly, but they usually came with extremely severe side effects.
They belonged to evil, unorthodox paths.
Yet his own advances had all approached perfection.
"Something's wrong."
"Something is definitely wrong."
Chen Lin turned the Emblem over in his hand, rubbing its surface.
This situation made him feel as though he were in the Nightmare Realm, where rules governed everything. As long as one met the rules, even leaping from mortal to Dominator in a single bound was possible.
But reality should not work that way. It violated the most fundamental rules governing all things.
Then