After completing a circulation, he slowly exhaled the turbid air from his mouth.
According to the Old Heavenly Master, his current strength was among the best in the Divine Realm, and this speed was already heaven-defying.
After running a circulation and absorbing spiritual energy just now, the spiritual energy in the vicinity of his home had been almost entirely absorbed by him. He had even absorbed vital essence from numerous trees.
However, when absorbing vital essence, he had consciously controlled himself and did not absorb all of it.
"That feeling just now... I seem to be able to sense the amount of vital essence within these trees. That green absorbed energy belongs to their vital essence. The previous life force aura was a light yellow power, this spiritual energy is milky white, and the Purple Qi from the East is purple... finally, in my Dantian, it all turns into a ball of colorless chaos."
Lin Xiao felt as if he were cultivating anew. After the recent circulation, the power within him had increased by at least thirty percent!
At this rate, it was likely that his ancestor, Lao Tzu, would have discovered this secret if these cultivators had found him.
It was probably at that time, when a Divine Realm expert from the Lin family emerged to save the Dragon Country, that his secret was discovered.
Lin Xiao had a thought.
Here, after one circulation, he had drained all the surrounding spiritual energy. He had improved by thirty percent. If he were in a place with abundant spiritual energy, or deep in the mountains or a rainforest...
Perhaps in a single day, the chaotic energy within him could reach a level he couldn't even imagine now.
Dragon Tiger Mountain?
Misty Immortal Palace?
Or the place where the Artifact Sect was located?
Or perhaps just any remote small hill?
His heart was filled with burning passion.
This was his hope for avenging the Lin family.
It was also his hope for controlling his own destiny.
Ever since he encountered cultivators and Shadow Assassins, he felt a daily sense of crisis that his destiny was beyond his grasp. He even looked back at his experiences over the past few years, as if an invisible hand had been pushing him forward.
Everything about him was under the control of that hand.
Moreover, the threat he truly felt was that he was no match for Zhenren Tianhe, nor for that old Taoist priest.
Zhenren Tianhe had always hesitated to make a move against him, but that old Taoist priest had truly beaten him half to death.
He had vowed in his heart at the time that when he became capable, he would go back and beat that old Taoist priest half to death.
"Achoo!"
Zhang Wuwei sneezed. In his small Taoist temple, the Shadow Assassins were operating as usual. He strangely touched his nose and then said with some bewilderment, "Could it be that the resentment of that kid Lin Xiao is affecting me?"
"Junior Brother, your action against Zhenren Tianhe last time was not a good thing," the Old Heavenly Master was also in his temple. However, Zhang Wuwei was sweeping fallen leaves with a broom, while the Old Heavenly Master sat on a chair nearby basking in the sun.
There were too many secular affairs in the Heavenly Master Dao, so he had delegated them to his disciples. After conducting the necessary negotiations with the Dragon Lord, he had come here for a vacation.
At his age, he should have been in his twilight years, but he was still being made to handle these matters. How could he have any patience?