Chapter 223: Forming the Primordial Spirit, Eighth Seal Symbol Master!
This Core Spirit-Nurturing Essence was a reward Lin Fan had obtained through a prize draw when he first met Su Rou on the Ancient Battlefield.
However, he had never found the right environment to refine it—until now.
Here within Dao Sect, there was no longer any need to worry about unexpected disturbances.
Looking at the golden drop of liquid in his palm—about the size of a ripe pomelo and shaped like a golden infant—Lin Fan's eyes shone with anticipation.
His portion of the Core Spirit-Nurturing Essence seemed especially potent in quantity.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Fan sat cross-legged, slowly closed his eyes, and began the refining process.
As he refined it, dense golden light began to seep from the Core Spirit-Nurturing Essence, surging continuously into Lin Fan's body.
Golden arcs of light shimmered across his skin, radiating a strange and mysterious energy.
If one could see inside Lin Fan's body at this moment, they would witness a golden energy coursing through his meridians before rushing straight toward the golden Yuan Pellet suspended in his dantian.
As the golden essence infused it, the Yuan Pellet swelled visibly, and its surface gleamed with an even deeper, more dazzling luster.
Unknowingly, Lin Fan's half-dantian-sized Yuan Pellet had finally reached a state of fullness and began to vibrate subtly.
Buzz…
As the vibration rippled through his dantian, Lin Fan's consciousness instantly shifted, locking onto the trembling Yuan Pellet with excitement.
The Yuan Pellet now radiated a brilliance that was like pure molten gold—more like a radiant golden egg than anything else—and it trembled as if about to hatch.
Crack!
Suddenly, a crisp, clear crack echoed from within Lin Fan's dantian.
A tiny fracture had appeared on the surface of the golden Yuan Pellet.
Crack crack crack…!
The fissure spread rapidly, golden light leaking through every crack as it expanded to cover the entire surface.
Finally, when the golden brilliance reached its peak, the Yuan Pellet exploded—a blinding golden storm howled within the dantian.
Lin Fan's focus was locked onto the center of his dantian, where the golden light gathered once more—condensing, solidifying—and finally, a palm-sized golden silhouette slowly took shape.
The moment the golden figure appeared, Lin Fan's body trembled violently. A mysterious sensation surged up from his heart.
In that instant, he could feel a clear separation between his soul and flesh, yet they were still bound together by countless invisible threads.
"My Primordial Spirit is finally formed!"
As Lin Fan gazed at the golden figure in his dantian, joy filled his heart.
Bathed in the lingering golden flames, the palm-sized Primordial Spirit slowly unfurled its limbs.
Buzz…
As its body expanded slightly, all the previously scattered golden light suddenly froze—then swiftly returned, flooding into the small golden figure.
As the last strand of golden light merged with it, the Primordial Spirit grew more solid.
Now its features were clear—identical to Lin Fan's own, though vastly smaller in scale.
Within the dantian, the tiny Primordial Spirit sat cross-legged, forming a complex hand seal. Around it, seven delicate God-Slaying Flying Blades circled quietly, drawn by an invisible force.
BOOM!
At that moment, a strange thunderclap boomed within Lin Fan's body.
A surge of mighty energy erupted from the Primordial Spirit and rushed through his meridians like a flood.
At the same time, a torrent of energy surged into his mind, piercing into his Niwan Palace and stirring up a mental storm.
Golden light flooded every corner of his body, even enveloping the spiritual world within his Niwan Palace.
Lin Fan could clearly feel both his Yuan Power and mental energy soaring in that moment.
Especially his spiritual power—it had increased by more than tenfold!
Rumble!
Above Lin Fan's courtyard, a deafening explosion of thunder roared.
Winds howled, lightning snakes danced across the sky, and countless disciples from the Desolate Hall were drawn to the commotion.
"Isn't that Lin Fan's place?"
"That aura—another Wind Lightning Tribulation?! But didn't he just survive one a month ago?!"
"Wait… this feels like two overlapping tribulations!"
"If he overcomes this, won't Lin Fan be an Eighth Seal Symbol Master?!"
"Eighth-stage Nirvana Realm, Eighth Seal Symbol Master… This is insane!"
...
"Devour!"
Inside the courtyard, Lin Fan ignored the chaos outside and activated the Devouring Power, absorbing the storm of tribulation lightning and converting it into pure energy.
These overlapping tribulations posed no threat to him. He overcame them with ease.
Hoo…
Once the last bolt of lightning was devoured, Lin Fan exhaled a fiery breath and slowly opened his eyes—golden light flashing in his gaze.
As he stood, crackling sounds echoed from within his body.
Power surged like thunder—deep, vast, and boundless.
Eighth-stage Nirvana Realm. Eighth Seal Symbol Master!
"Congratulations, Brother Lin Fan, on another breakthrough!" Lin Dong and Mo Ling's group arrived just in time and smiled upon seeing the storm had ended.
"Thanks," Lin Fan nodded, scanning the group—only to spot something missing.
"Any news while I was in seclusion?"
Mo Ling chuckled, "Actually, yes. But it's good news."
"Oh?" Lin Fan raised an eyebrow.
Mo Ling replied, "Brother Lin Dong defeated core disciple Jiang Hao and became the sixth personal disciple of the Desolate Hall."
"Not bad." Lin Fan smiled and patted Lin Dong on the shoulder.
And just like that, the system chimed in:
[Ding! You patted Lin Dong and received: Ancestral Stone Suppression Power! Note: Effective on divine and spiritual artifacts.]
Lin Fan felt a subtle shift internally but didn't let it show on his face.
Lin Dong scratched his head. "I didn't want conflict. I just needed access to the Great Wilderness Sutra. Still, I'm nowhere near your level, Brother Lin."
"Haha, you're too humble," Lin Fan laughed.
Liu Bai chimed in, "Brother Lin Dong is indeed too low-key. In the Martial Arts Hall, just below the Great Wilderness Sutra, he managed to master the strongest technique in only five days—it caused quite a stir."
"Just got lucky," Lin Dong smiled modestly, then changed the topic. "By the way, Brother Lin Fan, you haven't been to the Martial Arts Hall yet, right? I can take you."
"With your talent, I'm sure you'll master Wilderness Force and Desolate Demon Eye even faster than I did."
"Then let's go take a look," Lin Fan nodded.
With that, Lin Dong took the lead, guiding him toward the Martial Arts Hall of the Desolate Hall.
Mo Ling, Liu Bai, and the others followed closely behind, their faces filled with anticipation.
The other disciples of Desolate Hall, upon hearing the news, also gathered outside the Martial Arts Hall, eager to witness what was sure to be another remarkable scene.
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