Although an accident had occurred during the refining process and nearly caused her body to collapse, she had at least succeeded by now.
"Even I found it this difficult. I should go check on Brother Ye Lin."
At the thought of Ye Lin, a smile appeared on Zhao Ling'er's face. Even she had struggled so much—Ye Lin probably had not refined even a single strand yet, had he?
With that thought, she eagerly headed in Ye Lin's direction.
As they had chased after Chaos qi, the distance between them had steadily grown, so finding Ye Lin now would take some effort.
"Whew. One hundred and thirty-seven strands—an entire one hundred and thirty-seven strands. My physical body has now reached the mid-stage True Immortal realm."
Ye Lin stood amid a mountain range, looking at his arm.
He then took out the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword, laid it against his arm, and slowly drew it across.
The blood he had expected did not appear. All it left behind was a pale mark.
"Hiss, even the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword can't break through my body's defenses?"
Ye Lin's face brimmed with delight. His physical body was simply too powerful now.
As an immortal-grade treasure, the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword could easily slice through the bodies of True Immortal cultivators. Even certain races famed for their defenses likely could not withstand its sharpness.
Yet now, even the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword could not break through his body's defenses.
It was terrifyingly strong.
Feeling the surging power within him, Ye Lin was overjoyed.
At this moment, he was like a humanoid tyrannosaur. With physical strength alone, he could probably suppress a divine beast at the peak of the True Immortal realm.
After all, most divine beasts were renowned for their physical bodies. As for the Human Race, even a