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第两千一百八十六章 武功与灵力

Lin Xuan closed the ancient text and rested his chin in his hand, a thoughtful expression on his face.

To be honest, this item truly left him somewhat astonished.

A妖化者渡劫期 cultivator—if not for personally witnessing the description in the True Scripture of a Hundred Birds, Lin Xuan would have found it hard to believe such a thing existed.

By now, he had been here long enough and had some understanding of the transformed creatures. At their core, they were mere mortals without spirit roots, though they had taken an alternative path to cultivation. Deep down in his heart, he always subconsciously believed that their achievements would be limited.

He had seen a few洞玄期 cultivators who had undergone transformation, and it was estimated that among them, only a few might advance to the 分神 stage at most.

Unexpectedly, there were still beings who had reached the渡劫期 realm.

After all, living for millions of years as a cultivator was commonplace. Although they hadn't truly embarked on the path of immortality, their longevity was astonishing.

As for strength, it was beyond imagination. They possessed almost godlike power, able to manipulate celestial laws. To them, Lin Xuan himself was just an ant.

Could transformed creatures also reach such heights?

That was too incredible.

However, according to the description in the True Scripture of a Hundred Birds, this didn't seem like mere boasting.

The value of this martial arts secret text was beyond measure.

Once it came into circulation, it would ignite a bloody struggle among the transformed creatures. For cultivators like him, though it might not be useful, it could still be considered a rare treasure.

At an appropriate time, exchanging for it could bring unexpected benefits.

Lin Xuan thought happily as his mind raced to store this precious item carefully. However, at that moment, a flash of spiritual light appeared in his mind, and Lin Xuan stopped his actions.

Wait, wasn't there some use for cultivators after all?

Lin Xuan re-opened the True Scripture of a Hundred Birds and began studying it meticulously until he finally raised his head the next day.

"Phew!"

Lin Xuan took a deep breath. His thoughts had shifted to another plan.

Indeed, cultivators with spirit roots couldn't fuse with demon cores; if they tried, the demonic energy would conflict with their own essence energy, leading to disastrous consequences.

Many predecessors had attempted this before but none succeeded.

Lin Xuan naturally didn't intend to try it himself. He was aware of his limitations and did not believe he could achieve what others couldn't.

But aside from fusing demon cores, the True Scripture of a Hundred Birds was still an unparalleled martial arts secret text.

Its complexity far exceeded that of ordinary martial arts, belonging to entirely different realms.

Practicing it could strengthen one's body!

Of course, Lin Xuan wanted more than just physical strength. His bodily strength had already rivaled that of his peers... no, he should say, surpassed many.

Over the years, he hadn't taken the elixirs of the qilin fruit in vain.

In other words, Lin Xuan could now fight with both offensive and defensive capabilities, using either magic artifacts or bare fists to strike.

However, martial arts techniques rarely contained such intricate moves. It was as if someone had immense strength but didn't know how to use it effectively when facing an opponent.

Lin Xuan had noticed this weakness before, but since such situations were rare, he hadn't paid much attention. But if there was a chance to improve, he wouldn't miss it.

The True Scripture of a Hundred Birds contained many such intricate moves. From that perspective, he might as well learn them.

Thus, over the following days, Lin Xuan began practicing. He skipped the essence energy part; for cultivators, that wasn't useful at all, and spirit energy could replace it more magically. As for how to fuse demon cores, he wouldn't even bother with that. What he learned were just the moves.

For martial arts, this was the simplest thing, progressing rapidly.

Time passed like water. Three months had already gone by in a blink.

A voice reached his ears as Lin Xuan's figure swiftly moved through the training room, leaving hundreds of residual images in the air. Each movement was different yet incredibly lifelike.

Combining martial arts with essence energy explained why his moves were so extraordinary. If the opponent wasn't familiar with spirit eye techniques like his, they would be disoriented by his sudden attacks.

In a high-level confrontation, even a moment's hesitation could give him an opening.

Lin Xuan's face showed satisfaction as he realized that in just three months, he had managed to enhance his strength through alternative means. It was very encouraging.

"Whoosh," the sound of something flying entered his ears, and all the illusions vanished instantly. Lin Xuan sat cross-legged at the center of the stone chamber, with a thin layer of steam rising from his head—sweat evaporating.

After a moment, he suddenly looked up as if sensing something.

With a wave of his sleeves, a loud rumbling sound echoed as the door to the training room burst open.

A fiery light flew in and stopped three feet away from Lin Xuan, forming a fist-sized fireball. A respectful voice came from within: "Master Uncle, there are still three days before the Purple Heart Ground Fire erupts."

"Oh?"

Lin Xuan stood up abruptly. He had already ordered his disciples to keep an eye on the Purple Heart Ground Fire before entering seclusion.

Sure enough, he received a definitive reply now.

"Three days until it erupts? It seems I should set out soon."

Exiting the training room, Lin Xuan changed into fresh clothes and transformed into a streak of light, flying towards the Artifact Peak.

Half an hour later, Lin Xuan arrived at the foot of the mountain. A grand palace appeared before his eyes. The building was not luxurious but exuded grandeur and antiquity. It was constructed from layers of earth and stone, with a rugged style that seemed to date back to ancient times.

The Fire Temple!

This was where the entrance to the Artifact Peak's underground fire lay. Lin Xuan didn't hide his strength as he walked in slowly.

Passing cultivators bowed respectfully. A洞玄期 cultivator held a high position within Cloud Concealment Sect.

Lin Xuan did not linger outside but directly headed towards the depths of the Fire Temple.

Inside, it was vast and empty, occasionally encountering other cultivators who seemed to be rushing about. The level of these cultivators here was quite formidable.

Lin Xuan didn't show any curiosity on his face; after all, this place was familiar ground for him now.

After a short while, Lin Xuan arrived at an empty stone house. At the end, there were several stone tables where some cultivators seemed to be busy with something.

Lin Xuan's gaze swept over and directly walked past one that was unoccupied.

"Salutations, Grandmaster. What can your disciple do for you?" The cultivator behind the table had only reached the condensation stage and couldn't discern Lin Xuan's true strength but showed extreme respect, clearly a senior within their sect.

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