In the underground secret chamber of the Imperial Preceptor's Residence.
Lin Lang repeatedly tried to refine the true dragon qi, switching between several martial arts, but the true dragon qi proved exceptionally tenacious.
This true dragon qi was more condensed than his true qi. If he could successfully refine it, it would surely make his true qi more powerful.
After a long while, Lin Lang opened his eyes, a trace of puzzlement in his gaze. "Can't this true dragon qi be refined with true qi? Or have I not found the proper method?"
"They say true dragon qi can improve one's innate constitution. What if I use it to temper my body?"
Lin Lang began spreading the true dragon qi in his acupoints throughout his body, constantly grinding away at it with his own true qi and forcibly merging it into his sinews and bones.
Some obtained it but could not refine it; others who could refine it chose to merge the true dragon qi into their own true qi. Lin Lang, however, took a path no one else had taken. He felt this suited him best.
The true dragon qi merged into his body bit by bit. Slowly, golden light began radiating from Lin Lang.
The golden light grew increasingly intense, illuminating the entire chamber.
Crackling sounds like popping beans also came from Lin Lang's body, as though all his sinews and bones were transforming.
The sounds grew more frequent and louder.
Suddenly, Lin Lang's aura began soaring, faintly carrying an overwhelming pressure.
This pressure resembled the Dragon Might carried by true dragon qi.
Li Changlin's imposing aura continued to grow, and illusions appeared in his mind.
He saw himself becoming Number One Under Heaven, punching Shaolin's Sweeping Monk, trampling Wudang Sect's Zhang Sanfeng underfoot, subduing Yan Nantian with