In these three months, the demonic and orthodox sects fought many times, but every time the cultivators from both sides saw Wang Lin, they would immediately stop and open up a path. Once Wang Lin passed, they would continue to fight.
After Wang Lin finished paying his respects to his parents, his mind was no longer muddled. He found a cliff, dug a cave, sat down in the lotus position, and began to ponder.
First was the spiritual energy in his body. Although his previous spiritual energy also had the ability to freeze, it was nowhere near as powerful as Duan Yuanzi's spiritual energy. Wang Lin was very confused about this, and even Situ Nan couldn't find an answer.
It could be seen that the Ji, Dao, and Shi Realms had disappeared from rank 6 cultivation countries.
The sudden increase in spiritual energy gave Wang Lin a bit more confidence. He felt the spiritual energy in his body and suddenly had a strange feeling. It was as if there was something extra in his spiritual energy.
It was as if there was some mysterious substance inside his spiritual energy, and it was because of this substance that his spiritual energy became so powerful.
He didn't notice it before because there was very little of this substance in his spiritual energy, but now there was a lot more of it.
The moment this idea appeared, it began to spread. Wang Lin frowned as he looked inside himself. The spiritual energy in his body started from his dantian, flowed through his meridians, and then returned to his dantian. The cycle repeated itself.
As he looked, Wang Lin gradually found some clues. The color of his spiritual energy had turned dark blue, but this wasn't the color of his spiritual energy. It was made up of countless dark blue threads.
These dense threads were the cause of the change in his spiritual energy. Wang Lin waved his right hand and a ray of spiritual energy came out from his palm. It formed a ball of blue ice with countless dark blue threads inside it.
After pondering a bit, Wang Lin reached out with a serious expression. The ball of ice slowly shrank. Every time it shrank, a large amount of sweat would appear on Wang Lin's forehead.
After it had shrunk to a third of its original size, a portion of the threads inside the ice sphere suddenly collapsed and dissipated. Following that, many more threads seemed unable to withstand the compression and collapsed and disappeared.
Wang Lin's brows furrowed. He infused another stream of spiritual energy into the ice ball to replenish the number of threads and continue to refine it.
As time passed, Wang Lin had already sent out several streams of spiritual power. Each time, more than half of the spiritual power dissipated, and only a little remained.
But under this continuous flow of spiritual power, the speed at which the thin line dissipated gradually could not keep up with the speed at which Wang Lin re-inserted spiritual power. Finally, after a few hours, the refinement was completed.
Although Wang Lin looked exhausted, his eyes were bright.
The ice sphere had already shrunk to the size of a grain of rice. Its color was no longer dark blue, but cyan. This cyan grain of rice was completely occupied by the thin line, and a dangerous aura was emitted from it.
Wang Lin's eyes lit up. He grabbed the grain of rice and jumped out of the cave. He paused in midair and directly flew to the nearest dense forest. Standing outside the dense forest, he waved his right hand and the grain of rice immediately flew out and hit a large tree.
At the same time, a faint cyan light flickered, but the tree immediately turned into ice crystals. A deep blue ripple suddenly appeared. Wang Lin's expression changed and he quickly retreated. In the blink of an eye, the surrounding 300 feet became a blue world.
Regardless of whether it was the trees, the flowers, the plants, the insects, or even the little bugs in the ground, everything within a thousand meters died in that instant.
Even Wang Lin himself was swept by the blue ring of light. His body suddenly became stiff and a chill came from the soles of his feet. Fortunately, the spiritual power in his body came from the same source, so after slowly fusing with it, he was able to move again.
Wang Lin's expression was uncertain as he looked at the scene in front of him. He didn't know if he would be safe if he was directly hit by the cyan grain of rice and was at the center of the blue ripple.
It has to be known that the cyan grain of rice was made by compressing his own spiritual power and refining the thin line inside it. If he were to compare them, then the quality would be on a completely different level.
Wang Lin muttered to himself, "This cyan grain of rice is the best magic treasure."
After silently standing in place for a while, Wang Lin turned around and left. After returning to the cave, he once again sent out spiritual power. After spending a lot of time, he finally obtained another cyan grain of rice.
Looking at this inconspicuous grain of rice, Wang Lin took a deep breath and carefully put it away. Waves of weakness appeared in his body. Making one was already a bit difficult, now that he was making a second one, the spiritual power in his body was obviously insufficient.
Although the power of this grain of rice was great, making it consumed too much spiritual power. Wang Lin bitterly smiled as he drank a mouthful of Yin Cold Dew and sat in meditation to replenish his spiritual power. It wasn't until night came that Wang Lin opened his eyes. The spiritual power in his body had mostly recovered.
His eyes flashed and without a word, he once again sent out spiritual power to refine the rice.
Three days later, three cyan grains of rice floated in front of Wang Lin. At this moment, his expression was serious. Three grains of rice was his limit. It wasn't that he didn't try to make a fourth one, but for some reason, every time he refined the fourth one, one of the previous three would immediately dissipate. After experimenting a few times, Wang Lin gave up on the idea of making a fourth one.
After three days of observation, although the power of this grain of rice was great, it was still not enough for a Nascent Soul cultivator. He was unable to achieve a satisfactory result.
If he could throw out a few dozen grains at the same time, then he would naturally win. Unfortunately, Wang Lin couldn't make the fourth one no matter what. After thinking for a long time, Wang Lin had an idea in his mind. He wanted to fuse a few grains of rice together. This way, the power would multiply. More importantly, if he could fuse three into one, then he should be able to make another one.
Thinking about this, Wang Lin hesitated for a bit. He used gravel to set up a simple defensive array. Then, he took out a few defensive talismans from other people's storage pouches. After doing all this, he gritted his teeth and controlled the two grains of rice to slowly move closer to each other.
At this moment, Wang Lin's heart was in his throat. He had already made plans to escape if the situation wasn't good. Slowly, the two grains of rice finally collided.
At this moment, Wang Lin had an illusion that time seemed to have stopped at the moment when the two grains collided.
But right after that, the two rice grains silently fused together without causing any ripples. Apart from the slightly darker color of the rice grains, there were no other changes to the appearance of the rice grains.
Wang Lin was startled. After pondering for a bit, he controlled the other grain to collide with it.
At the moment of collision, there was a flash of green light. Wang Lin's expression changed. Without saying anything, he used teleportation. His body flashed and disappeared. The moment he disappeared, a green halo followed. The area within a thousand feet suddenly became a world of ice and snow.
A thousand feet away, Wang Lin's figure appeared. Although it was beyond the range of the halo, standing there, Wang Lin could still feel the chill drilling into his body from the soles of his feet.
Looking at everything in front of him, Wang Lin was silent. Although he had wasted a teleportation, Wang Lin felt that it was worth it. It seemed that fusing two grains was the limit. If he fused three, it would immediately self-destruct.
It was clear that he couldn't go back to the cave. Wang Lin bitterly smiled. He found another cliff, dug out a huge cave, and walked in.
After using a few days to make up the three grains, Wang Lin skillfully controlled them to fuse together. After fusing one, Wang Lin successfully refined the fourth grain. This also confirmed his previous guess that three was the limit. However, if he fused them into one, it would only be one.
The third grain fused with the fourth grain. In the end, Wang Lin carefully placed three grains of rice in his bag of holding. Two of them were a bit darker in color.
By the time he finished sorting out the grains, more than a month had passed. There wasn't much time left until the Jue Ming Valley's seal opened.
Wang Lin sat cross-legged on the ground. After a while, he opened his eyes and spat out a green light. The small green sword hummed and floated in front of Wang Lin. It glowed as if it had a mind of its own. Wang Lin stretched out his hand and the flying sword landed in his palm. He touched the blade and felt a bone-chilling coldness.
The small green sword was something he had refined with his blood. The mutation in Wang Lin's spiritual energy also indirectly caused the flying sword to have extreme properties.
Just as he was about to use the mutated spiritual energy to refine the flying sword again, his expression changed. His divine sense immediately noticed that there were more than 100 rays of sword energy flying toward the cave from all directions. They seemed to be chasing one person.
Wang Lin's face turned cold. He muttered to himself, "It's him?"