"Great Master, thank you so much! My admiration for you is like the surging Yangtze, ceaseless and unbroken, and like—"
The Thunder Spirit once again launched into its endless flattery mode.
"Enough. Go back and refine it properly!"
Lu Lin cut it off directly. With a slight thought, the Blood Pattern Steel Sword gave a soft hum, its radiance drawing inward.
Then Lu Lin composed his mind and focused his consciousness on the Martial Dao Melting Furnace. Its ancient, heavy lid slowly opened, and he tossed the weapon fragments he had just obtained inside.
Only after finishing all this did Lu Lin walk to the edge of the Thunder Pool.
Purple lightning and silver serpents intertwined within the pool, its thunder power so dense it had nearly solidified.
He sat cross-legged and reached out, grabbing through the air. An exceptionally condensed, deep-purple bolt of lightning was drawn from the pool like a swimming fish and held in his palm. It crackled softly, giving off an enigmatic aura utterly different from ordinary lightning.
"Martial Dao Melting Furnace, infuse!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Lu Lin stirred his thoughts again.
His reserve of High-Level Cultivation Time began to drain, pouring into the Nine Heavens True Thunder Art.
Crackle, crackle, crackle—
As his cultivation time rapidly flowed away, the precious Purple Heaven True Thunder in his palm was extracted strand by strand, refined, and fused into the Thunder True Aura around his body.
Once that bolt of true thunder was exhausted, he drew another from the Thunder Pool.
As bolts of Purple Heaven True Thunder continued to merge into him, the Thunder True Aura within Lu Lin's body underwent a visible transformation.
The true aura grew denser and more solid. The aura of destruction it contained became increasingly intense, while its originally blazing silver-white