"Hall of Pangu?"
When Lin Fan saw those words, even though he maintained his composure, he could not help but be deeply shocked.
Could it be that this was once Pangu's residence?
Then this palace would be too terrifying! Pangu's residence must contain a world-shaking treasure.
Lin Fan walked into the main hall.
From the outside, this hall looked very lofty and majestic. However, when he entered, he was immediately shocked. The scenery in front of him was simply beyond his imagination.
The interior of the hall was like a vast world, boundless and boundless. Thick Primal Chaos energy surged at the edges, vast and magnificent.
In one of the places, there were twelve thrones. Each throne was as tall and majestic as a huge mountain. It was unknown what kind of great creature could have such a throne.
Lin Fan had only thought about it for a moment before coming to a conclusion. That should be the throne of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery. As a living being that was born from Pangu's flesh and blood, it was only natural for him to have the right to control this hall.
Unfortunately.
The twelve Ancestors of Sorcery had all passed away during the war between the Sorcerer and Demon Tribe. The wind and rain had dispersed, leaving behind only the majestic, ancient, and huge throne that spoke of its former glory.
"Boom!"
Following that, Lin Yuan walked deeper into the hall. However, just as he took the first step, a terrifying pressure pressed down on his body.
This pressure was extremely shocking. Lin Fan did not notice it at first. In fact, his body even staggered a little. After concentrating, he regained his balance.
They couldn't help but show shock on their faces.
He was now a perfected Primordial Immortal. Moreover, he had refined and fused with Pangu Chalcedony and comprehended some fragments of the Law of Force. His physical body was strong enough to be at the forefront among cultivators.
Such a powerful body was actually forced to stagger by a pressure. How powerful was this pressure?
Lin Fan took another step forward.
Boom!
As expected, that pressure descended once more. This time, it was even stronger than before. However, Lin Fan was prepared this time, so he wasn't affected too much.
"This pressure…"
Lin Fan could not help but be delighted.
He could sense some of it and realized that the pressure seemed to be coming from the hall itself. The further he went in, the stronger the pressure became.
Lin Fan instantly thought of the Nine Revolutions Divine Technique.
The conditions to cultivate the Nine Revolutions Divine Technique were extremely harsh. One required a vast amount of heavenly and earthly treasures, and the other required a terrifying tempering of one's physical body.
Now that the pressure of the Hall of Pangu was so strong, it would definitely put the greatest pressure on his body. It was an excellent place to temper his body.
It could be said that to Lin Fan, this place was a treasure ground for cultivation!
After all, he was a perfected Primordial Immortal. There was nothing in this world that could cause great pressure on his physical body.
However, the Hall of Pangu could.
Thinking about how this place was sealed off from the outside world, no one would be able to discover it. It was a perfect place for him to cultivate. Without any hesitation, Lin Fan started cultivating the Nine Revolutions Divine Skill.
"Hmm?"
Soon, he discovered another characteristic.
"This pressure doesn't just affect the body, it also affects the origin soul!”
Lin Fan was surprised.
The Nine Revolutions Divine Technique was divided into two parts.
One was the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art, which cultivated the physical body.
One was the Nine Revolutions Primordial Art, which cultivated the primordial spirit.
At first, he thought that this pressure was only applied to his body, so he was only prepared to cultivate his body to the highest realm he could cultivate.
Now, it seemed that since this pressure could affect his primordial spirit, he could also cultivate his primordial spirit to the highest realm he could currently cultivate.
"A treasure land!"
Lin Fan thought to himself.
He became even more focused and completely immersed himself in the cultivation of the Nine Revolutions Divine Technique. As the cultivation technique circulated, his body and primordial spirit began to undergo earth-shattering transformations.
Nine Revolutions Divine Technique.
It was extremely heaven-defying.
Once the Xuan skill was converted, it was equivalent to a Xuan Immortal.
The second level of the Xuan cultivation was equivalent to a Golden Immortal.
The third transformation of the mystic technique was equivalent to a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal.
The Fourth Revolution of the Xuan Art was equivalent to a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.
When one reached the Sixth Revolution, they would be equivalent to a Primordial Chaos Saint.
Lin Yuan's foundation was good and his body was strong. Hence, he did not expend much effort in the beginning and had already successfully cultivated the second transformation of the mystic art. His body and primordial spirit were both stronger.
By the third rotation, the speed slowed down.
"I need to start tempering my fleshly body and Essence Soul.”
Lin Fan took in a deep breath and his eyes became determined.
Boom!
He suddenly took a step forward. Immediately, a terrifying pressure like a mountain and an ocean pressed down on him. It was as if a million Archaic divine mountains had landed on his body at once.
Kacha!
In just an instant, Lin Fan's physical body started to crack. His bones were filled with cracks as well. His Essence Spirit was trembling violently as though it was about to collapse.
An excruciating pain assaulted him, piercing his heart.
However, he gritted his teeth and persevered. He circulated the Nine Revolutions Divine Technique to resist the pressure.
At the same time.
With a thought.
A large number of spiritual roots appeared in the surroundings. Each spiritual root was at least at the Xiantian low-grade level. There were many Xiantian middle-grade and high-grade spiritual roots. Each spiritual root emitted a strong fragrance. It contained a vast spiritual energy like Wang Yang's and had various magical effects. It could revive people, flesh and bones, and so on.
Without any hesitation, Lin Fan opened his mouth wide and ate all of these spirit herbs that even the Great Overarching Golden Immortals would fight over if they were outside.
The vast medicinal power exploded in his body.
It instantly surged into his limbs and bones.
It healed all the injuries in his body.
At the same time, the Nine Revolutions Divine Art was also constantly circulating.
His entire body was enveloped in a layer of blurry green light. His entire person was like a god, filled with indescribable Dao runes and emitting an astonishing might.
Not knowing how much time had passed, Lin Fan felt the pressure relax. The boundless pressure that was constantly washing over him seemed to have weakened. It was as if it had disappeared.
Lin Fan instantly understood.
This was not the disappearance of the pressure.
It was because he had become stronger and cultivated the third cycle of the Nine Cycles Divine Technique. His physical body and primordial spirit had once again become much stronger.
All of this was naturally due to the tempering of his body and Yuan Shen by the pressure, as well as the nearly endless spiritual roots he had obtained from Sanctuary Island and Fangzhang Island.
Without any of these, one would not be able to cultivate successfully.
In the entire Wilderness, Lin Fan was probably the only one who could be so extravagant as to consume so many Spirit Roots like he was munching on carrots. After all, all Spirit Roots were incomparably precious.
"Continue."
After getting used to it for a while, Lin Fan continued cultivating.
He continued to temper his physique and primordial spirit, then consumed a large number of spiritual roots and circulated the Nine Revolutions Divine Art.
In the end, he was unstoppable and cultivated to the perfected Third Cycle. His physical body and Essence Soul were equivalent to a perfected Primordial Immortal.
At this point, there was no way for him to become stronger. Lin Fan knew that he had reached a bottleneck. Unless he broke through to the Perfected Golden Immortal Realm, it would be difficult for him to continue cultivating.
Of course, the completion of the third cycle of the Nine Revolutions Divine Art was only equivalent to the completion of the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm.
However, in terms of true combat strength, it was terrifying.
The current Lin Fan was probably capable of taking on a Mid-Level Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal head-on without relying on any Spirit Treasures.
"Hmm?"
At this moment, Lin Fan discovered a huge pool of blood in front of him.
It was right next to the throne of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
The blood pool was as vast as Wang Yang's. However, it had already dried up. Even so, it still emitted an extremely terrifying aura.
"Presumably, this is where the Ancestral Magi cultivate. This huge blood pool must contain the extremely precious blood essence of the Sorcerer Tribe!”Lin Fan was extremely envious.
Unfortunately, they had all dried up.
He shook his head.
He was about to turn around and leave.
However, an object suddenly flashed past the corner of his eye. When he turned around, he realized that it was a stone bead. It looked ordinary and was lying in the huge blood pool.
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