"The Thunder Spirit's fusion with that fragment's source looks like it will take several days. Perfect—I can use this gap to push my cultivation of the Nine Heavens True Thunder Art's seventh level to its peak. Then, once I find the Purple Heaven True Thunder, I can directly charge at the eighth-level barrier."
Lu Lin found a relatively calm corner where the thunder was slightly weaker and sat down cross-legged.
He gathered his mind, focused his thoughts, and began directing his high-grade cultivation time into the Nine Heavens True Thunder Art.
When he had crossed the lightning tribulation in the Corpse Refining Secret Realm, borrowing the heavenly thunder to temper his body, his Nine Heavens True Thunder Art had broken through to the seventh level in one stroke.
But at the time, he had only just entered that realm; there was still no short distance between him and the peak of the seventh level.
His high-grade cultivation time flowed away at flying speed, two hundred years slipping by in silence.
When he opened his eyes again, a brilliant flash of lightning seemed to flare and vanish in his gaze. The aura around him had grown even more harmonious and restrained, while the Thunder True Aura surged and circulated through his body as if it were an extension of his own limbs, faintly reaching some saturated limit.
The Nine Heavens True Thunder Art—seventh-level peak!
Now everything was ready. All he lacked was that "Purple Heaven True Thunder," that single wisp of east wind, and he would immediately be able to break through to the eighth level.
"After the Nine Heavens True Thunder Art broke through to the seventh level, I can also cultivate the third of its five killing moves!"
Lu Lin thought to himself.
The third killing move of the