After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

The feeling was like soaking in a warm, spiritual spring, where every pore was breathing comfortably and every inch of skin was being repeatedly tempered.

"Mmm...this feeling...is so great..."

Lin Fengmian couldn't help but let out a low groan, the sound emanating from deep in his throat carrying a hint of languor and satisfaction.

Upon hearing this voice, Xiao Ling'er and Qin Lan blushed instantly and quickly turned their heads away, pretending to admire the distant sunset.

Qin Lan bit her lower lip, her eyes glistening with tears, while Xiao Ling'er gripped the sword hilt tightly, her ears turning a faint pink.

Lin Fengmian was completely unaware of the strange behavior of the two beauties beside him; he was completely immersed in the amazing pleasure of his physical transformation.

He could clearly feel that his body was undergoing a tremendous transformation.

The skin becomes tougher and more flexible, making it difficult to be injured by swords and blades;

The meridians were repeatedly widened and solidified, and the channels for the circulation of spiritual energy were several times wider than before.

The blood and qi surge like a mighty river, surging through the limbs and bones, each flow accompanied by a subtle humming sound from the bones.

The internal organs are full of vitality and resilience, unlike anything seen before.

To his even greater surprise, all the body-refining techniques started operating spontaneously at that moment!

With a soft hum, the physical body section of the "Great Sun Floating Pagoda Technique," which had only reached a minor completion stage, now surged forward with unstoppable momentum.

His skill level skyrocketed, and he broke through to the mastery level!

The jade-like luster within his body grew increasingly rich and profound, and every inch of his flesh and bones seemed to have undergone countless trials and tribulations, becoming indestructible.

Lin Fengmian slowly opened his eyes and gently clenched his fist. The moment his five fingers closed, a muffled boom faintly echoed in the air—a resonance caused by pure power reaching a certain extreme.

He felt the immense power within him, and an overwhelming surge of joy welled up within him:

"This power...this physique...even without using any spiritual energy, I'm confident I could withstand a late-stage Golden Core cultivator with just this physical body!"

He secretly calculated, his eyes gleaming.

From this day forward, Lin Fengmian's combat power has entered a completely new level. Below the Golden Core stage, he is practically invincible;

Even at the early stage of the Golden Core realm, one can still fight head-on! Fortune may be a harbinger of misfortune, and misfortune may be a harbinger of fortune—the chain reaction triggered by this resurgence of spiritual energy seems to have gotten off to a pretty good start?

However, just as Lin Fengmian was secretly delighted, the entire Land of Absolute Spirits had undergone earth-shattering changes.

"What?! This concentration of spiritual energy... how is this possible?!"

At the summit of a solitary peak covered in snow year-round, an ice coffin, sealed for countless years, suddenly shattered.

Amidst the scattering of ice, an old man with a gaunt face and beard covered in ice suddenly sat up. His emaciated chest heaved violently, and a terrifying light flashed in his cloudy eyes as he stared intently in the direction of the Fallen Dragon Mountains.

"Spiritual vein rebirth? Heaven and earth giving back to the source? Just who is this deity, possessing such extraordinary abilities?!"

Meanwhile, deep within a dark and eerie swamp, where the mud churned and boiled, a gigantic head covered in bluish-black scales slowly emerged.

Those vertical pupils were filled with greed and disbelief, and he let out a deep, thunderous roar: "Heaven hasn't forsaken me! Heaven hasn't forsaken me! Hahahaha!"

In a dark and sunless cave, an old man, resembling a skeleton and with his life force utterly depleted, lay with his eyes closed on a stone platform, silently awaiting the end of his life.

But at this moment, a strange light suddenly shone in his eyes, which had long since lost their luster. His withered fingers trembled slightly as he sensed the wisps of spiritual energy in the air becoming more active and refined.

He couldn't help but burst into tears, his whole body trembling. This newfound spiritual energy was nothing short of a life-extending elixir for him; with each breath he inhaled, his depleted vitality was restored a little.

In an instant, the entire Land of Absolute Spirits was rife with undercurrents and turbulent events.

Countless auras, some powerful, some eerie, some ancient, rose from every corner, like volcanoes that had been dormant for thousands of years awakening.

Whether it was the reclusive old monsters or the wild beasts lurking in the abyss, they all unanimously pinpointed the source of the spiritual energy eruption—the Fallen Dragon Mountains.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The sound of air being torn apart rang out continuously, and streaks of light of various colors surged wildly towards the Fallen Dragon Mountain Range from all directions like sharks that had smelled blood!

Those ancient monsters who had been in seclusion for hundreds or thousands of years broke free and greedily absorbed the increasingly dense spiritual energy in the air.

His eyes were filled with unwavering determination. An opportunity! A tremendous opportunity! If he could seize this auspicious land, he might just be able to break through the bottleneck that had plagued him for countless years!

However, something strange happened.

When these impatient and greedy powerhouses flew to a distance of about a hundred miles from the core area of ​​the Fallen Dragon Mountain Range, they seemed to have crashed into an invisible and intangible wall of air!

"Bang!"

"Thump!"

"Ouch!"

For a moment, muffled thuds and exclamations filled the air.

Some people couldn't stop in time and were knocked unconscious, resulting in a large bump on their forehead.

Some cautiously probed, only to be gently repelled by a soft yet irresistible force. Those who usually reigned supreme in their respective territories were now disheveled, exchanging bewildered glances.

"What's going on?!" A burly old man with a full beard and a bad temper rubbed his red nose, waving his arms and trying to rush forward, but he was stuck in the mud and could not move forward an inch.

The mountain range was clearly visible in front of them, and a rich spiritual energy was emanating from it, yet it seemed as if there was an invisible barrier in between, firmly keeping them outside.

Some cultivators skilled in formations attempted to break the formation, using various techniques and flashing with spiritual light, but the invisible barrier remained unmoved.

Those with formidable strength attempted to launch a violent attack, unleashing a series of earth-shattering strikes into the void, but they were like mud oxen sinking into the sea, failing to even stir up a ripple.

"Is it a barrier? Or... a protective array evolved from the mountain range itself?"

Some people speculated gravely, their eyes filled with astonishment and uncertainty. What did this mean? It meant that someone, or rather, some kind of force, was at play.

They've taken control of this area and sealed off the core of the spiritual vein's revival! Just how terrifying is the being behind this?

"No, this is not a trace of human intervention; it looks more like a naturally formed barrier."

Could it be... that this is the protective force field that spontaneously generated after the main spiritual vein awakened?

A gaunt, sunken-cheeked middle-aged man, his triangular eyes gleaming with suppressed shrewdness, slowly paced halfway around the invisible yet terrifyingly oppressive barrier.

After a long pause, he stroked the few sparse goatees under his chin and spoke in a hoarse and solemn voice.