In this vast, deep mountain, Lin Xiaofei continuously unleashed spells, and a beam of flame shot out swiftly.
With a loud bang, a small hill in the distance was instantly engulfed in flames and burst into flames.
Immediately afterwards, he leaped into the air, traversing the deep mountains at a rapid pace. At the same time, he quickly consumed the spirit stones in his storage bag, and with another wave of his hand, he unleashed a burst of flames.
A beam of flame, a second beam of flame, a third beam of flame...
After casting the spell hundreds of times, up to more than ten thousand times, Lin Xiaofei seemed tireless in his use of the Flaming Lion, finally cultivating it to the entry level.
"In three days, I frantically cast the Naruto Lion Dance more than 18,000 times, and finally I managed to cultivate this Nascent Soul stage technique to the entry level."
Now, I have another means of attack.
If the Bitter Sea Ancestor knew that I used his more than 50 billion low-grade spirit stones to cultivate his two Nascent Soul stage spells to the entry level, I wonder what he would feel.
"If I were to fight the Bitter Sea Ancestor again, I would use this beginner-level Flame Lion, along with my natal magic weapon. I should be able to handle two Bitter Sea Ancestors without being at a disadvantage."
Lin Xiaofei muttered to himself, a smile on his face.
The Bitter Sea Ancestor was a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stage. Among Nascent Soul cultivators, there are varying degrees of strength. Generally speaking, the strength of Nascent Soul cultivators in the early stage can be divided into three levels: average, medium, and powerful.
The strength of the Bitter Sea Ancestor was average among early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, while Lin Xiaofei's strength had reached the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage.
Therefore, Lin Xiaofei was confident that he could deal with the two Bitter Sea Ancestors without being defeated.
Previously, Lin Xiaofei was able to kill the Bitter Sea Ancestor because he had a space where he could hide and catch the Bitter Sea Ancestor off guard.
"Although cultivating both Nascent Soul stage spells to the entry level greatly increased my strength, the more than 50 billion low-grade spirit stones I obtained were gone just like that."
It really hurts a little.
Lin Xiaofei glanced at the spirit stones in his storage bag, which had been completely used up, and sighed.
If it weren't for the need to quickly enhance one's strength, these 50 billion low-grade spirit stones, if used methodically to cultivate spells, could last at least ten years, and might even allow one to cultivate spells to the highest level.
This time, the rapid cultivation of spells using spirit stones resulted in most of the spirit stones not being fully utilized, leading to a significant waste.
"These are special times, and wasting some spirit stones does hurt me a bit, but we can't dwell on it."
Three days have passed, and the more than one million Grade Two spiritual herbs planted inside the spatial pearl have matured.
"It's time to speed up my cultivation and raise my cultivation level. I believe it won't be long before I break through to the late Nascent Soul stage."
Lin Xiaofei looked at the second-grade spiritual herbs planted inside the spatial bead, took a step out, and entered the spatial bead.
Immediately, he waved his hand, activating a burst of spiritual light, and quickly harvested the seeds of a patch of spiritual herbs.
Immediately afterwards, he sat down cross-legged, waved his hand again, and a large number of mature second-grade spiritual herbs appeared in his hand, which he then put into his mouth.
The herb instantly turned into juice upon entering the mouth and flowed into the abdomen.
A moment later, a surge of heat, like a volcanic eruption, arose within his body, and the heat spread rapidly throughout his body.
Lin Xiaofei didn't stop; he reached out and continued to pick second-grade spiritual herbs, devouring them in large gulps.
At the same time, the Immortal Art of Spiritual Manifestation within his body began to circulate, absorbing the heat within his body.
After absorbing the intense heat, the Spiritual Image True Technique's operating speed suddenly increased, running at high speed again and again.
Soon, a rich liquid of spiritual energy was generated in his dantian, and his aura rapidly increased, with his cultivation level improving little by little.
Lin Xiaofei sensed the changes within his body but ignored them, continuing to consume mature second-grade spiritual herbs and circulate the first-grade Nascent Soul Immortal Technique, the Spiritual Image True Technique.
boom!
Within the dantian, streams of spiritual energy rapidly emerged, as if riding the clouds, with clusters of spiritual energy floating above the dantian.
The spiritual energy gathered, extremely dense, like dark clouds gathering in the sky.
In just three or four breaths, the dense spiritual energy became heavy and substantial.
Soon, the rich and heavy spiritual energy above the dantian transformed into raindrops of spiritual liquid, dripping down.
The spiritual energy rain, like a violent storm, swirled and raged within the dantian.
In the lower part of the dantian, drops of spiritual liquid gradually gathered, as if rapidly forming a river or lake, churning up and down.
The surging spiritual liquid, like waves on the sea, rolled and lapped back and forth.
Lin Xiaofei devoured one mature Grade 2 spiritual herb after another.
However, a tremendous commotion occurred within his dantian, as if the sea was churning, with spiritual energy constantly being generated and the energy within his body continuously increasing.
His level of understanding grew rapidly.
The aura emanating from Lin Xiaofei spread rapidly, causing a fierce wind to rise within the spatial bead, making him appear as if he were surrounded by a tornado.
The reason for this is mainly because the immortal technique he cultivates is the top immortal technique of a super-large immortal cultivation sect. The Spiritual Image True Technique contains profound and mysterious characteristics, which makes the spiritual energy generated in his body extremely large.
Eight breaths later, there was a loud bang.
In an instant, terrifying spiritual energy erupted from Lin Xiaofei's body, soaring into the sky, making him appear like a god descending to earth.
The energy within his body increased rapidly, and his aura surged.
The spiritual energy in the dantian increases, the spiritual power in the mind increases, the physical body is improved, and the realm is greatly improved.
Lin Xiaofei felt that he was rapidly transforming and becoming stronger, and every pore on his body was breathing.
Soon, the intense heat within his body gradually dissipated, and his cultivation level improved. At this moment, Lin Xiaofei smiled slightly and slowly opened his eyes.
At that moment, he felt as if he were radiating an ethereal aura, and when he slightly raised his eyes, they seemed to be shining with a dazzling light.
"Finally, I've broken through to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm."
"The advancement in my cultivation level has made the spiritual energy within me even purer. Now, if I were to unleash the Fiery Lion's Fury at full power, I wonder what kind of power I could unleash?"
As Lin Xiaofei thought to himself, he slowly raised one hand, condensed a raging fire in it, and threw it out.
Rumble!
A dazzling flash of fire instantly struck the wall of the spatial bead, causing the spiritual light to explode and releasing a terrifying fluctuation of spiritual power.
Flames exploded, like thunderbolts from the heavens, splitting mountains and rocks, shaking the earth.
"Indeed, the power of this flame is two or three times stronger than before, and it should reach the combat power level of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator."
Lin Xiaofei nodded slowly, feeling quite satisfied, and had gained an assessment of his own strength.
As his strength, realm, and immortal techniques improved, he discovered that his perception of the world also increased.
My heart became extremely peaceful.
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