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第三千零一十六章 炼化朱雀环

Subsequently, Lin Xuan went through the rest of his treasures. Setting aside the crystal stones for now, the value of the other medicinal pills and materials was no small matter. Master Qingyan was indeed a Transcendence Stage cultivator; his wealth was considerable, making Lin Xuan feel quite pleased.

He naturally did not hesitate to carefully place these treasures into his momentary bag.

With everything prepared, however, Lin Xuan did not immediately start refining the treasures but instead rested for several days, nurturing his spirit and essence. After all, the Zhuque Ring was no ordinary item; he had endured countless hardships just to obtain it. Lin Xuan did not want any mistakes during the process of refining it.

Several days passed quickly.

On this morning, Lin Xuan bathed and changed clothes before entering the training room.

Now, his strength and essence were both at their peak.

He sat cross-legged.

Lin Xuan stretched out his hand and patted his waist. A flash of light appeared, and a fiery red ring materialized in front of him.

The ring was only about the size of a palm, with purple-red flames dancing on its surface. Its intricate design was beautiful to behold.

Fluctuations of light danced across the surface, various mystical runes flickering and changing.

A faint image of Zhuque appeared, exuding an imposing aura.

Lin Xuan could not help but express admiration as he reached out his hand. The Zhuque Ring seemed to have a life of its own, landing on his palm.

He carefully examined it for a moment before opening his mouth and spitting out a five-colored glass baby fire.

The ring was enveloped by the flame as if it had a spirit.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, the ring floated back up. Lin Xuan used various spells from his fingertips, which then disappeared into the Zhuque Ring. The size of the ring visibly decreased before he swallowed it whole and ingested it into his dantian.

"Phew!"

Lin Xuan expelled a mouthful of stale air, placing his hands on his knees while closing his eyes. Using Inner Vision, he sank his spirit into his dantian.

Inside the dantian, everything was as usual; two baby immortals floated gently, and the sea of essence energy was calm and vast, now shimmering with a brilliant silver light.

The only difference from before was the Zhuque Ring, which had appeared.

The primary immortal slowly flew over to hover beside the ring. The secondary immortal followed, summoned back by Lin Xuan for the refinement process. With both immortals and the dantian working together, the process would be faster and more successful.

After a moment's hesitation, the primary immortal spat out a baby fire. The secondary immortal did not lag behind, expelling black demon fire instead.

Thedemon pill... no, it should be true spirit inner core, began to spin rapidly.

A demonic wind appeared out of nowhere.

Surrounded by the ring, the image of Zhuque became even more prominent and bright.

In the mountains, time has no meaning; a thousand years can pass in an instant.

However, Lin Xuan did not spend so much time refining the Zhuque Ring. Still, it had been ten years since he entered seclusion.

Suddenly, the large door opened, and a burst of laughter echoed from inside.

"Haha! Finally, it's all done!"

Lin Xuan emerged from his secret room with a look of sheer joy on his face, though his tired expression could not be concealed.

After ten years of hard work, he had finally refined the Zhuque Ring to the point where its transformations were under his control. Although it was not his primary treasure, some connection between them had been established through this process.

The benefits were clear: with a spiritual link, he would be able to unleash greater power and more easily command the ring during combat. However, as with any advantage, there were downsides too.

If the Zhuque Ring fell into an enemy's hands, his spirit might also suffer damage.

But it was no problem; he could simply be more cautious when facing enemies. In Lin Xuan's view, this was a net gain. The ring was of high quality, and destroying it would not be easy.

Since he had successfully refined the Zhuque Ring, there was no need for him to stay here any longer.

It was time to leave.

With that thought in mind, a layer of green light enveloped Lin Xuan before he vanished into the horizon.

Soon after, a vast grassland came into view, with the towering stone temple still standing out prominently.

The scenery remained unchanged; no one had entered this momentary treasure for years.

Lin Xuan smiled slightly. Without hesitation, he stepped into the stone temple.

His figure flashed as he stood on top of the teleportation array. A spell was cast, and a glow enveloped him before he disappeared from sight.

...

Thunder Void Island.

Once, it was where True Enter of Thunder Void had retreated to for seclusion. However, Lin Xuan's arrival disrupted its tranquility.

Lin Xuan showed restraint; his actions did not trouble the disciples of Master Qingyan. But the cultivators led by True Enter were too afraid to return here even if they dared.

Initially, True Enter was famous and few dared to target his former abode. However, as time passed, some bold cultivators emerged who dared to challenge him.

After all, Thunder Void Island offered a beautiful environment with abundant essence energy, making it an excellent place for cultivation. Even as the headquarters of a medium-sized sect, it could serve its purpose well.

This was a mid-sized cultivator family that had moved to Thunder Void Island three years ago. Taking advantage of the island's rich essence energy, their development over these few years had been rapid.

In front of him was an unremarkable valley where two cultivators were engaged in a fierce battle.

However, it was not a life-or-death struggle but merely a demonstration.

The scale of this family might be small, but they had survived for tens of thousands of years, so there must have been something special about them. At the moment, two young disciples were sparring and competing.

The winner would receive a base formation pill as a reward, which was why both young cultivators were taking it seriously. Although only two Immortal Spirit Stage disciples were fighting, this family event had attracted even their sole Grand Elder, who was at the Spirit Separation Stage.

To these low-ranking cultivators, the Spirit Separation Stage seemed unattainable.

Hearing this news, they were naturally thrilled and performed with great effort. If they could gain favor from this ancestor and receive a few pointers, it would be enough to last them a lifetime.

The two disciples currently sparring were also late-stage talents of the family, their spiritual roots excellent, and their magical weapons top-tier. Thus, the battle was intense, making it difficult to determine who would emerge victorious.

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