Having reached this point, he took out the mysterious pearl and began his first session of secluded meditation.
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, two years had passed. During those two years, besides practicing breathing exercises, Wang Lin practiced the Gravity Technique. He didn't feel lonely at all.
Although he said it had been two years, if he counted the time he spent in the dreamland, he had actually been in secluded meditation for nearly a year in Shi San.
The density of the spiritual energy here was something he had experienced firsthand. Although it couldn't compare to the spiritual energy spring water, every time he practiced breathing exercises in the real world, the density of the spiritual energy was many times higher than in the outside world.
Starting from the second level of Qi Condensation, cultivation slowed down. Six years ago, he reached his limit in the dreamland. When he sensed that the spiritual energy was no longer increasing, he began to attempt a breakthrough. After a few tries, he succeeded in entering the third level.
But what he didn't understand was that in the seven years after the dreamland, even though he had reached the peak of the third level, no matter how much he tried to open the mnemonic for the fourth level, he couldn't succeed. It wasn't that he didn't have enough spiritual energy, but that there was some mysterious power that kept preventing him from entering the fourth level.
Furthermore, the third level of Qi Condensation was very strange. It wasn't like the first two levels. Once you reached your limit, if you didn't enter the next level, the spiritual energy wouldn't continue to gather.
The third level seemed limitless. Even though Wang Lin felt like he had reached the peak, as he continued breathing exercises, the spiritual energy continued to increase, and his body was constantly being transformed by the spiritual energy.
If it weren't for the fact that his body still felt like it was at the third level of Qi Condensation, Wang Lin would have thought he had already broken through to the fourth level.
This surprised Wang Lin, and he couldn't figure it out.
That day, he used up all of the spiritual energy snow water. The only thing left in his bag of holding was the gourd. It had been there for a long time, and was one of the three he had buried when he first arrived on the mountain. He had used two of them to make the tenth cloud appear on the mysterious pearl. Later, he had almost died from drinking a mouthful of it. He was afraid of the dew in the gourd, and kept it in his bag of holding.
After a moment's hesitation, Wang Lin didn't take out the gourd. According to his analysis, the spiritual energy in the gourd had already reached a terrifying level. Having learned his lesson, he decided to be more cautious. It wouldn't be too late to use it when his Qi Condensation level was higher.
He stood up, stretched his body, and pulled the handle on the wall. Immediately, a rumbling sound rang out, and the stone wall slowly rose, revealing the entrance of the cave.
The sunlight shone into the cave, and Wang Lin found it a bit dazzling. It took a long time for the sunlight to return to normal. Only then did he walk out and take a deep breath.
Looking down, there were many people sitting in meditation and chatting in the valley. Clearly, they had been in seclusion for a long time and could not stand the boredom, so they came out to relieve their boredom.
After muttering to himself for a moment, he concealed his cultivation to the first level of Qi Condensation. He flicked his sleeves, and a propulsive force rose from under his feet, gently lifting his body up and slowly descending.
During his time in the Dreamland, Shi San had already perfected the Gravitational Art. He didn't need to use any incantations. With just a thought, the Gravitational Art would automatically appear.
For example, he was using the Gravity Spell to control his body. Although this could be done when the Gravity Spell reached a certain level, the speed was extremely slow. Once he sped up, he would definitely lose control.
But right now, Wang Lin was confident that even if he flew at high speed, he would not lose control. This was something that could not be done without ten years of practice.
But who would be so bored as to spend ten years practicing a basic Celestial Art? Cultivators were always racing against time, and no one was willing to waste time. If they had the time, they might as well use it to practice some high level Celestial Arts.
In order to not attract attention, Wang Lin slowly descended into the valley. As soon as he landed, he heard a mocking voice. "The sun really rose from the west. The trash Wang Lin actually managed to cultivate to the first level of Qi Condensation. This time, he can finally get down from the cliff without anyone's help."
Wang Lin turned his head and looked at Wang Zhuo, who had a look of disdain on his face. There were several people sitting next to Wang Zhuo, all of whom were inner disciples.
One of them was a young man in white, about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. He sneered and said, "Wang Lin, you really shouldn't have come here. You could have just stayed in the Chore Department and mingled with the notary disciples. You could have felt so high and mighty. But now, you're the weakest of us all."
Wang Lin scanned them with his divine sense. Wang Zhuo was the same as him, at the third level of Qi Condensation. As for the young man in white, he was at the peak of the fourth level and could break through at any time.
He was confused. He was clearly at the third level of Qi Condensation, so how could he easily see through people with higher cultivation bases than him?
Furthermore, the young man in white's spiritual energy seemed to be a bit weaker than his own. Wang Lin was silent for a moment, but didn't say anything. He felt that there was something fishy about this.
"Wang Lin," said Wang Zhuo disdainfully. "You knew you weren't a match for me two years ago, so you gave up. But let me tell you, trash will always be trash. There's no way you can compare to me, Wang Zhuo. I was the newcomer king two years ago. Do you think you can?"
The white-robed young man next to him sneered, "Little Junior Brother, go get me some water from the riverbank!
When I'm in a good mood, maybe I'll give you a shot! "With that, he tossed out a bottle, which landed at Wang Lin's feet.
Wang Lin didn't say a word. He just stared at the white-robed young man.
"What's the meaning of this?
You want to fight?
Let me tell you, Second Senior Brother said that Inner Sect disciples in the back mountains are allowed to fight. If you don't know what's good for you, then don't blame Senior Brother for teaching you a lesson. "
"Enough! All of you, shut your mouths!"
A cold shout rang out from the cliff, and a black blur shot out like lightning. It was Senior Brother Zhang, frowning as he looked over the crowd. "Wang Zhuo, Sun Hao," he barked, "why aren't you two cultivating? Are you here bullying a Junior Brother who's only at the first level of Qi Condensation? What's so interesting about that?"
Their expressions flickered, and they viciously glared at Wang Lin. Then they snorted and didn't say anything. Clearly, they were afraid of this Senior Brother Zhang.
Senior Brother Zhang's gaze turned to Wang Lin. He sternly said, "Wang Lin, you really shouldn't have come here. But since you're here, you should focus on cultivating. In the Cultivation world, strength decides everything."
Wang Lin nodded. After a moment of hesitation, he asked, "Senior Brother Zhang, I have a question I'd like to ask. After reaching the peak of the first level of Qi Condensation, why is it that no matter how I try, I'm unable to break through?"
Wang Zhuo snorted. "With your talent, don't even think about reaching the second level!"