Chapter 96

There are a total of seven tokens. So far, Wang Lin has two from Li Shan, one from Xuan Dao Sect, one from Piaomiao Sect, and one from Hehuan Sect, making a total of five.

Excluding the one taken by Shi Yin Sect, it means that out of the seven tokens, only one is missing.

Wang Lin pondered for a moment. He had searched all the sects in Jue Ming Valley but did not find the last token. Of course, it was not impossible that someone had hidden it elsewhere, but Wang Lin did not plan to search vigorously. With five out of seven tokens, he was basically guaranteed entry to the extraterritorial battlefield.

After no longer considering the tokens, Wang Lin immediately began to think about the preparations for the battle two months from now.

First was the green grain-sized magical treasure. After replenishing the one he had used, he now had three in total. Among these three, only one was a single-grade treasure that had not been fused, while the other two were ultra-powerful magical treasures that had been fused from two.

After carefully putting away the three magical treasures, Wang Lin pondered for a moment, opened his storage bag, and rummaged through it. In recent days, he had killed many people and acquired quite a few storage bags. He still had a lot of things in his pockets.

After rummaging for a while, Wang Lin suddenly took out a round bead. It was much smaller than the Tian Ni stone bead, only about one-tenth the size of a fist, and very smooth with no patterns. There were also some fine cracks at the edges.

Holding the bead, Wang Lin couldn't help but think of the strange man, A Dai. This bead was the first magical treasure A Dai had given him. Wang Lin sighed softly, put away his thoughts, and looked at the bead in his hand, his eyes flickering.

After a long time, a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he put the bead back into the storage bag. After doing this, he took a deep breath and spat out a green light.

A green flying sword floated in front of him, motionless.

Wang Lin had felt a change in his spiritual energy recently, and controlling the flying sword always felt a bit sluggish, unlike before when it was at his command. Although the flying sword's power had increased many times due to the change in his spiritual energy, a sluggish flying sword was absolutely unacceptable to Wang Lin.

Therefore, Wang Lin decided to use this time to re-refine the flying sword.

He made a hand seal and shot out several streams of spiritual energy, which enveloped the flying sword. Wang Lin then patted his storage bag, and a gourd appeared in his hand. For the magical treasures he had blood-refined, Wang Lin was willing to invest. He gritted his teeth, opened the gourd, and poured out about one-third of the liquid.

This liquid, filled with yin-cold spiritual energy, floated in the air and merged into a fist-sized water droplet. A thread of yin-cold energy spread from it, and a thin layer of frost appeared on the walls of the cave.

Wang Lin pointed at the water droplet, and it immediately moved, colliding with the tip of the green flying sword. It then flowed smoothly down the tip, and soon the green small sword became crystal clear.

Wang Lin took a deep breath, bit his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. As the blood left his mouth, he turned his right hand, and the liquid instantly turned into a dense blood mist, surging toward the flying sword enveloped in the liquid.

The liquid slowly seeped into the blood mist, and soon the spiritual energy liquid enveloping the flying sword turned a light red.

Wang Lin took a few breaths, bit his tongue again, and spat out more blood. He then drew several symbols with his index finger, and each time he drew a symbol, he flicked his hand, sending the symbol to the flying sword and imprinting it on it.

Gradually, the symbols increased, and before long, all the blood was used up. Wang Lin looked at the flying sword, then without a word, he patted his chest, and his body's spiritual energy surged. He then pressed his chest, and a stream of heart blood spurted out.

Wang Lin's face turned pale, but he did not hesitate and immediately used the blood to draw symbols.

As the symbols increased, and with the effect of the heart blood, the spiritual energy liquid enveloping the flying sword gradually turned a dark red, even faintly purple.

After the last drop of blood turned into a symbol and imprinted on the flying sword, Wang Lin focused and shouted, "Combine!"

With a hum, the flying sword trembled violently, and the frequency of its trembling increased. Wang Lin watched intently, his expression serious, and his hands continuously changed hand seals in the air.

The spiritual energy liquid enveloping the flying sword, as if being roasted by an invisible fire, sizzled and emitted wisps of white smoke. As the white smoke increased, the liquid gradually decreased.

In the end, all the liquid disappeared. The flying sword, though still green, now had several blood-colored marks on its body. Additionally, its size had shrunk significantly, becoming only half of its original size.

What surprised Wang Lin even more was that the hilt of the flying sword had almost completely disappeared. Previously, the ratio of the hilt to the body of the flying sword was 1:5, but now it was almost 1:15, making the hilt almost negligible.

Wang Lin did not know that this blood-refined flying sword, as his extreme realm solidified, was slowly undergoing a transformation.

This transformation, when it reached the ultimate realm, would make the flying sword's attributes reach an unparalleled peak in one aspect.

For example, now, Wang Lin tested it, and its speed was faster than before. If he unleashed it to the fullest, with his current eyesight, he could no longer see the trail of the flying sword. If combined with the flying sword's teleportation, the flying sword's terrifying power was already considerable.

At the very least, if a Core Formation cultivator did not have a defensive magical treasure or armor, a single strike from the flying sword could leave their fate uncertain. This was the power of the extreme realm on magical treasures, breaking through the limitations of the treasure and pushing a single attribute to its limit.

However, against a Nascent Soul cultivator, there was still a significant gap. After all, Wang Lin's current cultivation was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, and even with the extreme realm, he was still too weak.

The extreme realm would only reach its full potential at the Nascent Soul stage, and its terrifying power would then be fully unleashed.

At this moment, the green small sword was even more exquisite. Threads of blue ice crystals appeared and disappeared on the sword body, looking quite mysterious and unpredictable.

Swallowing the flying sword into his Purple Mansion, Wang Lin's eyes shone like lightning. He calculated that this seclusion and organization had taken a month, and he planned to cultivate inside the Tian Ni bead for the remaining month. He was confident that by the time he emerged from seclusion, his cultivation would break through the early Foundation Establishment stage and reach the middle stage.