Lin An's Martial Soul Let Out a Wail: This Path Was Definitely Right, but the More He Practiced, the More Disgusting It Felt
At Eastsea Academy, inside a certain classroom.
This was an independent cultivation room Lin An had specifically applied for from the academy instructors.
It was called a classroom, but the people from Universe had remodeled its interior until it resembled a small laboratory.
The surrounding walls were embedded with the latest arrays for capturing ambient spiritual energy, while the floor was laid with highly conductive soul metal.
More than a dozen detectors hung from the ceiling, used to calculate elemental concentration, spiritual fluctuations, and Soul Power resonance frequencies.
Once the equipment was activated, it could forcibly raise the ambient spiritual energy concentration throughout the room by several levels.
Of course, for Lin An, this thing was usually—somewhat useful, but not by much.
After all, others had to struggle desperately just to scrape out a tiny bit of ambient spiritual energy from the air.
The moment he activated [Seven-Colored Favor], all the messy elemental energy around him crowded toward him like it had smelled catnip.
Comparisons were enough to kill people, and goods had to be thrown away when compared.
In terms of efficiency, this roomful of top-tier equipment worth who knew how many billions might not even compare to him standing here and taking two breaths.
But at this moment, Lin An had no mood to feel proud.
At the center of the cultivation room, the two sat cross-legged facing one another.
Their hands overlapped, palms pressed together.
Seven-colored Soul Power slowly flowed out of Lin An's body, and Tang Wuling's Golden Dragon King Bloodline reacted almost immediately.
Golden vitality surged through her meridians. There was no rejection, no conflict; it even actively pressed closer.
The two powers intertwined. Gold and seven colors wove together as their bloodlines, Soul Power, and spirits gradually established the most basic resonance channel.
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