Time flew like a white steed flashing past a crack, and three months slipped by in the blink of an eye.
During those few short months, Jing Wen devoted himself entirely to cultivation.
He had successfully cultivated the Fiendish Demon Art to the thirteenth layer, and as his mastery of the art advanced, his cultivation reached qi refining great perfection.
Now, spiritual power surged around Jing Wen like a raging flood about to burst its banks. Every breath he drew made the surrounding air shudder violently, while vortices of spiritual power churned wildly at his side.
Qi refining great perfection was merely a crucial milestone along the path of cultivation. To gain a firm foothold in the Cultivation World, where the strong devoured the weak, foundation establishment was the necessary road to greater heights.
Thus, he wasted not a moment. After making a few preparations and carefully checking everything he needed, he resolutely entered the secret chamber he had painstakingly prepared for his secluded attempt at foundation establishment.
Jing Wen had spent a long time preparing for this attempt.
Hundreds of spirit stones were densely embedded in the chamber walls, continuously supplying rich spiritual qi until the entire chamber resembled an immortal paradise shrouded in spiritual mist.
Although Jing Wen's Baleful Bead absorbed spiritual qi rather slowly, an environment rich in spiritual qi was beneficial nonetheless.
Several jade bottles stood in neat rows on the blue jade table before him. They held various pills: some replenished spiritual power, some calmed the mind, some restored blood and vitality...
Jing Wen circulated the Fiendish Demon Art at full strength. The spiritual power within him roared through his meridians like a raging tsunami, converging on his dantian.
At that moment, his dantian resembled an enormous vortex, continuously drawing in the surging spiritual power.