Over these three months, Lu Lin had reaped enormous gains.
He sank his mind into his sea of consciousness, his gaze falling on the words displayed on the Martial Dao Melting Furnace: cultivation time, eight hundred and ninety-three years and two months.
In a short three months, he had actually accumulated more than eight hundred years of cultivation time, pressing straight toward the thousand-year mark. His reserves could be called richer than ever before.
Lu Lin had temporarily saved up all this time and had not used it.
Now his martial body had nearly reached some kind of limit. Even if he cultivated more body-tempering martial arts, the increase in strength would be negligible, and his various killing moves were enough for the time being.
He intended to save this precious cultivation time for his assault on the Innate Blood Aura Realm, and even the more distant realms beyond that.
It was foreseeable that after breaking through to the Innate Realm, the cultivation time required for every step of improvement would become even more astonishing.
"Ah! Help—"
"Run!"
Lu Lin's ears twitched slightly. His hearing, far beyond that of ordinary people, instantly caught the startled cries and shrill screams coming from a nearby mine tunnel.
"Something's happened!"
His heart tightened. He immediately threw down his tools, his figure flashing like lightning as he raced toward the outside of the mine tunnel.
Bursting out of the passage he was in, he reached the junction with the main tunnel and saw more than ten martial artists fleeing outward in panic.
The two at the very back had skin festering all over their bodies. Thick, ink-black Yin Baleful Qi coiled tightly around them, and they let out hair-raising screams. Before they had run more than a few steps, they collapsed to the ground,