A few days later.
In the secret room.
Lin fan's mind was on the verge of collapsing.
"I'm not coming anymore, I'm not coming anymore. I'm f * cking convinced by you."
He had created a cultivation technique, but his face was covered in black and gray. He even had the thought of dying.
A cultivation technique of this level was no longer something that could be created by conducting experiments one by one. It required a certain amount of knowledge.
Of course.
It was definitely not a problem if he was lucky.
However, in the current situation, it was no longer a matter of luck. He had to risk his life to create it. Who knew when he would be able to create it?
It was settled with a single sword strike.
Creating a cultivation technique had already cast a shadow on his heart, so he had to recover his energy.
Very quickly.
Ten seconds later.
Lin fan's essence, energy, and spirit had all reached their peak.
