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第两千九百三十四章 炼化真龙灵血

After all, there were countless places where ancient spirits had cultivated and lost realms that were hard to miss. But they certainly weren't everywhere. For ordinary cultivators passing by such places, who would pay attention?

Lin Xuan's life was now extremely tranquil, which suited him just fine.

It took him twenty years to finally replenish his true essence after the battle losses. The minor hazards caused by consuming the immortal milk of a ten-thousand-year-old spirit had also dissipated.

Now, Lin Xuan’s physical strength and mental energy were at their peak.

However, he wasn't planning on breaking through just yet. Twenty years might seem long for ordinary people, but in his realm, it was merely a blink of an eye.

The old monster from the Scorpion Mountain suffered greatly, and this grudge wouldn’t vanish in mere decades.

Exiting now would be too early.

Lin Xuan knew this well and had plenty of patience. Staying here was undoubtedly the best choice from any angle.

Moreover, Lin Bai wasn't idle. The隐患 within his body were already resolved, but he still needed to refine some treasures.

For example, true dragon essence blood.

Even among true spirits, the true dragons and phoenixes were supreme existences. Their power was almost on par with true immortals.

Nailong True Person was overjoyed. At the grand wedding banquet, high-ranking cultivators from all three realms gathered. Although the details of what happened during the ceremony weren't mentioned, a small exchange session followed.

Although there weren’t many people present, apart from Lin Xuan, they were all top-tier existences at the peak of their cultivation stages.

Their wealth was beyond description, and rare treasures abounded. Even true dragon essence blood appeared among them.

Note that this true dragon essence blood wasn't extracted from a descendant of the true dragons; although it had its value, it ultimately fell short compared to genuine dragon essence blood.

But regardless, obtaining true dragon essence blood was no easy feat. It required immense courage and determination. Most cultivators at the peak of their cultivation stages wouldn’t dare entertain such thoughts.

However, fate played a hand. The matter in the exchange session turned out to be the real true dragon essence blood.

Everyone’s eyes widened with interest, and many coveted it. Lin Xuan was naturally unwilling to let this opportunity slip away. True spirit blood held special significance for him.

True Spirit Blood Sword Art!

Using this secret technique to refine this pure true dragon essence blood would greatly enhance the Nine Palace Momentary Sword's power. On top of its current capabilities, it could gain even more strength.

Faced with such a great benefit, Lin Xuan spared no effort and finally traded his refined ten-thousand-year-old spirit milk for this treasure.

Now, Lin Xuan sat cross-legged in the training room. Suddenly, he reached out and lightly tapped his waist. A flash of light appeared as an jade bottle flew out. Compared to ordinary spirit pills bottles, this one was too delicate and small, barely a few inches tall, making it look exceptionally unique.

Lin Xuan held the jade bottle, examining it for a moment before lifting it slightly. With a "bang," the cap shot up into the air.

Aurora!

Instantly, golden light filled the room, followed by the roar of a dragon. Accompanying this was an overwhelming spiritual pressure rising into the sky.

Even with his current strength, Lin Xuan felt a bit shaken under that pressure.

But satisfaction spread across his face. It truly was genuine true dragon essence blood.

He hadn’t regretted anything for all he had endured to obtain it, even offending the Thousand Illusion Old Demon in the process.

If not for that battle, he wouldn't have been swept by spatial turbulence into this lost realm.

Tracing back, everything stemmed from the true dragon essence blood.

Of course, Lin Xuan harbored no regrets. There was always a price to be paid and gained. It was too early to make any definitive judgments about his fate in this lost realm.

A smug smile played on Lin Xuan's lips as he took a deep breath and pointed forward with one finger.

Zzzz…

Lin Xuan’s movements were extremely gentle, without the slightest hint of force. A slender crystal thread shot out from his fingertips.

The thread was pure silver, delicate yet dazzling, seemingly imbued with boundless magical power.

After shooting out from Lin Xuan's fingers, it vanished and reappeared a few feet away, having sliced off a small piece of the dragon’s essence shadow.

Not large, just one percent of the entire shadow.

The golden light dimmed as a tiny drop of spirit blood appeared.

This spirit blood was as small as a grain of rice but emitted astonishing spiritual energy from its surface. Some faint talisman inscriptions could be seen pulsing, though they were so small that they couldn’t be discerned by the naked eye without using the Heavenly Phoenix Divine Eye.

The tiny inscriptions gradually became clear.

Lin Xuan raised his head slightly, his eyes filled with intense interest before he opened his mouth to suck in the drop of true dragon essence blood.

An incredible scene unfolded.

A layer of golden hue appeared on Lin Xuan's face as faint scales began to appear on his arms and cheeks.

His breathing became heavier. The effect of the true dragon essence blood was even stronger than expected.

Of course, this was good. Lin Xuan quickly formed a hand seal according to the Black Jade True Spirit Art method to refine the spirit blood.

After several months, Lin Xuan opened his eyes, his face returning to its usual color as the scales on his arms and cheeks disappeared. Refining such a tiny drop of spirit blood took nearly a hundred days.

But Lin Xuan was not worried; true dragon essence blood indeed lived up to its reputation.

Without resting, he raised his right hand again, another bright crystal thread emerging.

The rest didn’t need recounting. Over the next two decades, Lin Xuan refined the spirit blood diligently.

"Roar!"

In the early morning sky, a clear dragon's roar echoed. Following this, a figure shot up into the air. Compared to before his seclusion, Lin Xuan’s appearance hadn't changed much, but the aura he emitted was different—more powerful.

As they say, good fortune doesn’t come in twos, and misfortune never comes alone. But sometimes, when luck strikes, it can’t be stopped. Lin Xuan never imagined that refining true dragon essence blood to enhance his True Spirit Sword Art would make him show signs of advancing to the peak realm.

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