Spirit Fire

Lin Chen found it hard to say much about the grievances between the Lin Family and certain members of the Lin Clan. Though he somewhat sided with the Lin Family, he was also a member of the Inner Clan. Before he possessed absolute strength, it was not suitable for him to forcefully stand out.

After briefly reassuring Lin Xiao, Lin Chen returned to his courtyard, intending to enter the Stone Talisman Space and continue cultivating his Spiritual Power. Before that, however, he first needed to replenish the Stone Talisman's energy.

Little Marten's presence had greatly reduced the restrictions on Lin Chen's understanding and control of the Stone Talisman. Although Lin Chen knew quite a few secrets of this world, neither his strength nor his perception could compare to Little Marten's.

Though Little Marten was currently only an extremely weakened demon spirit, before being injured, he had possessed strength at the peak of the perfected Death Profound Realm. His insight into certain matters was clearly beyond Lin Chen's reach.

"Are you sure feeding Origin Energy into the Stone Talisman won't cause me any problems in the future?"

Inside the room, Lin Chen tilted his head and asked Little Marten, who rested on his shoulder. A trace of uncertainty showed in his dark, bright eyes.

The Ancestral Stone had suffered heavy damage. With his current cultivation of Origin Energy, repairing it was clearly impossible. As far as he knew, aside from Origin Energy, only rare and unusual spiritual medicines could somewhat replenish the Stone Talisman's energy in its present state.

The reason he asked was not because he doubted Little Marten. Rather, everyone was different, and he was uncertain whether the Stone Talisman's unrestrained absorption of his Origin Energy would affect his future cultivation. That was why he asked.

"Tut, tut, you're overthinking it, kid."

"The Stone Talisman is quite spiritual. It would never do something that damages its owner's foundation. Though Master Diao doesn't know the Stone Talisman's origins, I am absolutely confident of this. At most, it will drain all the Origin Energy stored in your body in one go. It won't affect your future Origin Energy cultivation."

Little Marten shot Lin Chen a somewhat disdainful look and spoke lazily.

Lin Chen did not argue upon hearing this. After all, things were different now from the world he had known before. He did not believe something as illusory as luck would always favor him. It was better to plan before acting, proceed cautiously, and act only when he had sufficient confidence.

"If that's the case... then let's begin..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Chen no longer hesitated. He slowly closed his eyes and guided the Origin Energy through his meridians with his mind. A faint gleam then surged across his skin before pouring entirely into the Stone Talisman in his palm.

The next moment, a powerless sense of weakness swept through Lin Chen's body. In the span of an instant, his originally rosy complexion turned pale.

At the initial stage of the Heavenly Origin Realm, the amount of energy his Origin Energy cultivation could replenish was extremely limited. Forget completely restoring the Ancestral Stone's injuries—even whether he could continue using some of the Stone Talisman's abilities was uncertain.

"Huff..."

Lin Chen let out a soft breath and rested briefly before sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. As he recovered his Origin Energy, his Spiritual Power followed Little Marten into the Stone Talisman Space, beginning a new round of Spiritual Power cultivation.

Although his Spiritual Power had not yet reached the peak of a Four Symbol Master, he was not far from it. As long as his Spiritual Power advanced another step and the four Natal Talisman Seals within his Mud Pill Palace gained one more seal, his strength would undergo an earth-shaking transformation.

A Five Symbol Master was a Low-level Spirit Talisman Master.

Only upon cultivating Spiritual Power to this level could one truly be considered to have entered the path, because only a Spirit Talisman Master could condense Spirit Fire as tangible as substance. Whether refining divine weapons or extracting spiritual pills and medicines, it possessed uses that those at the same Origin Energy realm did not have.

It was precisely because of this that Talisman Masters were especially respected, whether in the Great Yan Dynasty or elsewhere.

The so-called first through fifth symbol ranks of Talisman Masters were merely a broad classification of Spiritual Power cultivation realms made by ordinary people. It was neither detailed nor complete.

To be precise, once Spiritual Power broke through from the Four Symbol Master rank, one could no longer be called a Five Symbol Master, but rather a Spirit Talisman Master.

This was mainly because once Spiritual Power broke through to the Five Symbol Master rank, the Natal Talisman Seals would gain spirituality. At this level, a single thought could overturn mountains and seas. When fighting others, with a thought, one could forcibly lift even a mountain.

Moreover, after reaching this step, Spiritual Power could condense into Spirit Fire. This was not only the mark of a Spirit Talisman Master, but also one of a Spirit Talisman Master's most formidable offensive methods.

Spirit Fire did not possess overly powerful destructive force against physical objects, but if someone was struck by it, the damage inflicted would be countless times greater than ordinary Origin Energy damage. It was a direct burning of the spirit and even the mind.

"This round of cultivation will probably take quite a while..."

Within the dark spiritual space, Lin Chen gazed at the two enormous Spirit Grinding Mills that emitted a faint white glow. After muttering to himself, he threw himself into them without hesitation.

Driven by the allure of becoming a Spirit Talisman Master, Lin Chen's condensed spiritual body once again entered the crushing cultivation of the Spirit Grinding Mills, unable to free himself for a long time.

It was not that Lin Chen had any masochistic tendencies. He simply yearned to become stronger, yearned for power.

Time passed like a fleeting white colt, and in the blink of an eye, four months went by.

Within the dark Stone Talisman Space.

"Condense..."

Lin Chen pointed into the air and shouted low. An exceptionally powerful wave of Spiritual Power swept out from his body like a storm, causing the entire space to tremble in an instant.

In the next moment, a crimson flame rapidly took shape at his fingertip.

The flame was scarlet-red, seemingly tangible, yet it contained an incomparably pure and vast amount of Spiritual Power. Even an ordinary expert at the greater mastery stage of the Form Creation Realm would not dare underestimate it in the slightest.