Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 265 All the hard work comes with joy

Driven by the Xuanling Secret Manual, the energy began to be refined bit by bit. The process was extremely slow, like a snail crawling. With each bit of energy refined, Lin Feng could feel the burden on his body lighten slightly. But this slight relief was like a ray of light in the darkness, giving him the motivation to continue.

His mind kept flashing back to his past experiences of cultivation: the days and nights spent cultivating alone in the cave, the thrilling battles against powerful enemies, the setbacks and blows he suffered due to failures in his cultivation. These memories were like torches, illuminating his now dark world and becoming the source of his strength to persevere.

He told himself, "I, Lin Feng, have gone through countless hardships, from a humble warrior to where I am today. I will definitely succeed this time. I cannot let my efforts go to waste, and I cannot let down those who have placed such high hopes on me."

Though his expression remained exhausted, the resolve in his eyes grew stronger. He was like a lone warrior, clinging to his faith in the face of despair, advancing step by step towards victory. He knew he was on the road to victory. If he persevered a little longer, he would be able to fully refine this energy and usher in a new turning point.

As time went on, he could feel the violent force of that energy gradually weakening. This filled him with hope, and he focused even more intently on refining the Mystical Spiritual Manual, accelerating the pace of his refining. His body was still suffering immensely, but his spirit was like a burning flame, burning brighter and brighter.

Although his eyes were tightly closed, he could sense the white mist around him changing as he refined it. The mist began to slowly swirl around him, as if cheering him on. He thought to himself, "Perhaps this is a good sign."

With his efforts, the energy of the Star Blade was being refined at a gradually increasing rate. He could feel his meridians gradually regaining vitality, and the swelling and pain in his body slowly subsided. His breathing began to become steady, and the trembling in his body gradually subsided.

However, the refining process was still fraught with hardship. Each refining session was like a fierce battle, requiring him to constantly adjust his strength and delicately maneuver against the energy. But he never gave up, his eyes always burning with a determined flame.

After a long and painful struggle, as time passed, that energy, driven by the Xuanling Secret Manual, finally began to be refined bit by bit. Although the process was as slow as a snail, with each bit of refinement, Lin Feng could feel the pain in his body ease a little. This slight relief was like a ray of light in the darkness, giving him hope to continue.

His body no longer tumbled as violently as before, and his consciousness gradually began to clear from the painful chaos. He knew that he must seize this opportunity, concentrate his energy, and speed up the refining process.

He endured the discomfort and slowly adjusted his posture. He first leaned sideways, a movement that sent a painful convulsion through his body, but he gritted his teeth and persevered. Then, he supported his upper body with his arms, which trembled slightly from bearing his weight. Finally, he slowly sat down cross-legged. The process was arduous, each movement like moving a heavy mountain, each movement accompanied by excruciating pain.

When he finally sat cross-legged, his expression was focused and resolute. His eyes were tightly shut, his brows slightly furrowed, and the veins on his forehead bulged like serpentine snakes. He concentrated on the Mystical Spiritual Scripture, accelerating the refining of his energy. His breathing was heavy and rapid, like the strains of a bellows, his body trembling slightly with each breath. But as the energy gradually refined, his breathing gradually became steady.

In this vast expanse of white space, only his heavy breathing echoed, as if the entire world was left with only him and the energy being refined. Time slipped away quietly as he concentrated. The process was long and arduous, but Lin Feng never gave up.

Finally, after what seemed like endless time, Lin Feng successfully absorbed and refined the power of heaven and earth.

At that moment, Lin Feng suddenly opened his eyes. A sharp light shone from his eyes, like tangible sword energy, instantly spreading outward. A powerful force of energy, centered around him, swept in all directions. This force of energy was like a raging storm, engulfing everything in its path.

The ground where he sat, under the impact of this energy, began to crack in all directions. The cracks spread out densely like spider silk, spreading outward from Lin Feng as the center. The "crackling" sound of the cracking ground was particularly clear in the silent space, as if the whole space was cheering for Lin Feng's transformation.

Lin Feng slowly stood up, swaying slightly before finally finding his balance. He stood there, feeling the changes in his body. A hint of surprise first appeared on his face, then turned into joy.

He was surprised to discover that the roots, severely damaged in battle, were now nearly fully healed. It was like a dying tree, nourished by a timely rain, revitalized. Furthermore, his strength had greatly increased, like a person at the bottom of a valley suddenly leaping to the top of a mountain. He could clearly feel the surge of power within him, a feeling of unprecedented strength. His meridians had become more resilient, and the zhenqi in his dantian was more powerful than before. He felt as if he had been reborn, a brand new person.

At the same time, cracks began to appear in the vast white space. Those cracks were like streaks of lightning, streaking through the white space, shattering the previously intact space into pieces. Lin Feng knew in his heart that it was time for him to leave.

In the real world, it was a land frozen by Jian Cang's martial arts. Like a giant's fangs, a massive icicle pierced the sky from the ground. The snow surrounding the icicle was blown by the cold wind, swirling in the air like a group of white elves dancing on the icy stage.

A man and a woman were pinned to the ground by the field released by the Star Blade. Their situation was extremely difficult. The man lay prone, his face pressed against the icy ground, the chill piercing his skin and piercing his bones. His arms were pinned to his sides, and he tried to struggle but couldn't. His forehead was covered in beads of sweat, not from the heat, but from the extreme exertion and pain. Each drop of sweat slid down his forehead, passed over his cheek, and dripped onto the ground, instantly freezing into tiny particles of ice.