There was a total of seven tokens. So far, Wang Lin had two from Li Shan, one from the Xuan Dao Sect, one from the Piao Miao Sect, and one from the He Huan Sect. Altogether, he had a total of five tokens.
Excluding the one that Shiyin had taken, there was still one more token.
Wang Lin pondered for a while. He had searched all of the sects in the Jue Ming Valley, but he hadn't found the last token. Of course, he couldn't rule out the possibility that someone had hidden it somewhere else, but Wang Lin didn't want to spend too much time looking for it. Out of the seven tokens, five was enough for him to enter the foreign battleground.
After he stopped thinking about the tokens, Wang Lin began to think about the preparations for the battle in two months.
First was the cyan grain treasure. After replenishing the one he had used before, he now had a total of three. Of the three, only one was a single treasure that hadn't been fused. The other two were two super powerful treasures that had fused into one.
After carefully putting away the three magic treasures, Wang Lin pondered a little before opening his bag of holding. He had killed a lot of people recently, so he had collected a lot of things in his bag of holding. Right now, he still had a lot of things in his bag of holding.
After rummaging for a long time, Wang Lin suddenly took out a bead. It was much smaller than the heaven defying stone bead. It was only one-tenth the size of a fist. It was very smooth without any patterns on it and there were even some cracks on the edges.
Picking up the bead, Wang Lin couldn't help but think of the strange Adai. This bead was the first treasure Adai had given him.
Wang Lin let out a sigh. He put away his thoughts and looked at the bead in his hand. His eyes lit up.
After a long time, he revealed a creepy smile and put the bead back into his bag of holding. After doing all of this, he took a deep breath and spat out a ray of green light.
The green flying sword floated motionlessly in front of him.
During this period of time, Wang Lin felt that after the spirit force in his body changed, there was always a feeling of obstruction when he controlled the flying sword. It was not as free as before. Although the power of the flying sword was countless times stronger than before, a flying sword that was obstructed was absolutely unacceptable to Wang Lin.
Therefore, Wang Lin planned to use this time to refine his flying sword again.
Forming a seal with both hands, Wang Lin sent out a few strands of spirit energy to wrap around the flying sword. Then, Wang Lin slapped his bag of holding and a gourd appeared in his hand. Wang Lin was willing to pay for his blood-refined magic treasure. He clenched his teeth, opened the gourd, and poured out about a third of the liquid.
This liquid was filled with cold spirit energy. With a wave of Wang Lin's hand, it floated in the air and fused together to form a fist-sized water droplet. A trace of cold energy spread out from it, and a thin layer of frost appeared on the walls of the cave.
Wang Lin pointed at the water droplet. It immediately moved and hit the tip of the green flying sword. Then, like moving clouds and flowing water, it flowed down from the tip of the sword. Soon, the appearance of the small green sword became crystal clear.
Wang Lin took a deep breath, bit the tip of his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of blood. The moment the blood left his mouth, he turned his right hand and the blood he spat out turned into a blood mist that surged toward the flying sword that was wrapped in the liquid.
The liquid slowly seeped into the flying sword. Soon, the spiritual energy that was wrapped around the flying sword had turned light red.
Wang Lin took a few deep breaths and bit the tip of his tongue again. After spitting out the blood, he used his index finger to draw a few symbols. Every time he drew a symbol, Wang Lin would throw it toward the flying sword and imprint it on it.
Gradually, more and more symbols appeared, and before long, all of the blood was used up. Wang Lin looked at the flying sword and patted his chest. Suddenly, the spiritual energy in his body began to move. Then he pressed down on his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood essence.
Wang Lin's face was pale, but he didn't hesitate and immediately used his blood to draw symbols.
As more and more symbols appeared, along with the effect of the blood essence, the spiritual energy that was wrapped around the flying sword slowly turned dark red and even a bit purple.
After the last drop of blood was imprinted on the flying sword, Wang Lin focused and shouted, "Fuse!"
With a buzzing sound, the flying sword violently trembled. The frequency of the sword's trembling became higher and higher. Wang Lin stared at it with a serious expression. His hands kept forming hand seals in the air.
Shortly after, the spiritual energy that was wrapped around the sword seemed to be roasted by an invisible fire. It sizzled and emitted white smoke. As more and more white smoke appeared, the liquid gradually decreased.
Finally, all the liquid disappeared. When he looked at the flying sword again, although it was still green, there were many bloody marks on it. Apart from this, it had also shrunk a lot and was now only half of its original size.
What surprised Wang Lin even more was that the hilt had almost completely disappeared. In the past, the ratio of hilt to blade was 1: 5, but now it was almost 1: 15. Basically, the hilt was already negligible.
Wang Lin didn't know that his blood-refined sword was slowly going through a transformation as his Ji Realm stabilized.
This kind of metamorphosis, after reaching the ultimate realm, the flying sword's attributes would reach the pinnacle in a certain aspect.
For example, right now, Wang Lin tested it and found that its speed was much faster than before. If it used its full power, with Wang Lin's current eyesight, he wouldn't be able to see any traces of the flying sword. Adding on the flying sword's teleportation ability, the terrifying degree of this flying sword was not to be underestimated.
At the very least, if a Core Formation cultivator didn't have a defensive treasure or armor, it was unknown whether they would live or die if they were hit by this sword.
This was the power of the Ji Realm on a magic treasure. It could break through the magic treasure's own limitations and bring out the full potential of a single attribute.
However, against a Nascent Soul cultivator, it was still not enough. After all, Wang Lin's current cultivation level was only at the Foundation Establishment stage. Even though he had the Ji Realm, it was still too weak.
Only at the Nascent Soul stage would the Ji Realm be able to bring out its full potential. That was when the Ji Realm would be revealed.
At this moment, the small green sword was even more exquisite. Blue ice crystals would appear and disappear on the sword's body, making it look very strange.
After swallowing the flying sword, Wang Lin's eyes were like lightning. He calculated with his fingers. He had spent a total of one month in his closed door training. In the remaining month, Wang Lin planned to cultivate inside the heaven defying bead. He was confident that when he came out of his closed door training, he would be able to break through the early stage of the Foundation Establishment stage and reach the middle stage.