In that mist-shrouded sanctuary of cultivation, thick with spiritual energy, Lin Feng sat cross-legged in a quiet cave, his entire body enveloped in a strange, luminous glow. Before him, an immortal herb slowly emitted a soft and vibrant halo. Every leaf seemed to hold endless life force, trembling slightly as if engaged in a silent dialogue with him.
Lin Feng's eyes were tightly shut, his breathing steady and deep as he immersed himself entirely in the wondrous process of refining the immortal herb. His consciousness, like a nimble fish, slowly merged into the power of the herb, with every ripple of spiritual power within his perception. As time passed, the herb's power gradually fused with his body. His meridians felt like widening riverbeds, through which surging spiritual power rushed without stopping.
Finally, a low, powerful shout escaped Lin Feng's lips. He snapped his eyes open, a brilliant light flashing within them that seemed to contain a sea of stars. By now, his magical power had reached unprecedented heights, and his physical body had become as tough as steel, every inch of his skin radiating a confident and formidable aura.
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