Demon Dragon Mad God-Chapter 939 - 671

Lin Feng closed his eyes tightly. He was not cultivating, just quietly adjusting his breath.

The recovery of Spiritual Qi, Elixir and similar items had no effect, it could only slowly recover over time.

Lin Feng estimated that before his battle with Shangguan Hao, his Spiritual Qi would be hard to fully recover.

Swish!

Lin Feng had just sat down for a moment, a figure flashed, and Gong Lin rushed in.

"Lin Feng, what do you want to do? Let me out now!" Gong Lin, who entered the stone house, stared angrily at Lin Feng and shouted harshly.

He suddenly entered this unfamiliar space, shocked beyond measure. However, he had just heard from Wenren Tiandu outside and knew that this place was within Lin Feng’s Space Treasure.

But he didn’t know why Lin Feng brought him here, feeling both furious and surprised, so he directly sought out Lin Feng.

Lin Feng opened his eyes, glanced at Gong Lin, and said lightly: "Weren’t you waiting for Sikong Yan? He’s here too!"

"Sikong Junior Brother is also here?"

Gong Lin was taken aback by these words and asked in confusion: "Where? Why didn’t I notice?"

"He’s cultivating, you just wait!"

Lin Feng did not want to say more, waved his hand, and a wave of air swept Gong Lin away.

"You... damn it!" Gong Lin’s angry shout echoed as Lin Feng waved him directly a hundred miles away.

Subsequently, Lin Feng closed his eyes again, adjusting his breath like a stone-like monk, staying still.

Time flowed like water, passing slowly.

Day after day, seven days passed in a blink.

After seven days, Lin Feng opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of impure air.

Seven days of sitting quietly, Lin Feng’s Spiritual Qi recovered slightly, finally allowing him not to feel so exhausted.

However, complete recovery of Spiritual Qi was still far off.

This, although affecting his strength somewhat, was not too significant. Lin Feng estimated that at most, his strength had decreased by twenty percent.

However, with the sharp increase in the number of Spirit Vortices, this twenty percent loss in strength wasn’t that significant.

After contemplating for a moment, Lin Feng decided to continue cultivating the Divine Vortex Secret Technique.

Although more Spirit Vortices made a breakthrough more difficult, Lin Feng still had some confidence.

First, he had many trump cards, his strength was unmatched by ordinary geniuses of the same level.

Secondly, he had some confidence in the foundation of the Heavenly Vault Divine Palace. The greatest tribulation for an Ancient Martial Practitioner with multiple Spirit Vortices becoming a Martial King was the terrifying Martial King Tribulation.

And as the overlord of ancient times, the Heavenly Vault Divine Palace must have many heaven-defying treasures. By obtaining some of them, the Martial King Tribulation could be endured.

Most importantly, Lin Feng was desperate to enhance his strength, for he had very little time left.

Of course, Lin Feng wouldn’t recklessly increase the number of Spirit Vortices blindly. He had his own measure in mind; adding another dozen or so Spirit Vortices shouldn’t be much of an issue.

After a moment, Lin Feng took a deep breath and began cultivating the Divine Vortex Secret Technique again.

One by one, brand-new Spirit Vortices formed.

Time passed, and after half a day, Lin Feng’s internal Spirit Vortices reached thirty-two.

With his formidable physical strength, he felt no pressure, but the condensation of the Spirit Vortices was slowing down.

"Should I continue or not?"

Lin Feng pondered; thirty-two Spirit Vortices were already astonishing.

"Let’s add a few more!"

Lin Feng gritted his teeth. In the ancient era, someone cultivated a hundred Spirit Vortices, whereas he only had thirty-two. How could he shrink back!

But Lin Feng didn’t dare to cultivate a hundred Spirit Vortices. That person was a madman; Lin Feng was not insane.

What Lin Feng didn’t know was that by cultivating thirty-two Spirit Vortices, he already seemed completely crazy to others!

Lin Feng continued cultivating the Divine Vortex Secret Technique, letting one of his internal Spirit Vortices slowly split, splitting into two, then four.

Another half-day passed, and Lin Feng’s Spirit Vortices reached forty-three.

At this point, Lin Feng finally felt the pressure. As each new Spirit Vortex was added, the dozens of Spirit Vortex energies interconnected, creating immense oppression, impacting his body.

However, this level of oppression was entirely within Lin Feng’s tolerance.

"Cultivate until I can’t endure anymore!" Lin Feng resolved to continue cultivating, knowing that one must be ready for sacrifice to gain. Not cultivating to his limits, how could he be satisfied!

Moreover, if he ultimately cannot break through to the Martial King Realm, he could always abandon a few Spirit Vortices.

Then, Lin Feng continued cultivating diligently.

Forty-four!

Forty-five!

Forty-seven!

Forty-eight!

After cultivating to forty-eight Spirit Vortices, Lin Feng was nearing his limit. An immense oppressive force clashed against his body, and even with his strong physique, he couldn’t help but tremble all over.

"The ultimate number of the Great Yan is fifty but uses forty-nine, just one more Spirit Vortex!" Lin Feng decided to cultivate to forty-nine Spirit Vortices and then stop.

With his mind sinking into his body, Lin Feng controlled one Spirit Vortex to slowly split.

This process was exceptionally slow; after two full hours, Lin Feng was drenched in sweat, and the Spirit Vortex only gradually divided into two parts, slowly forming two Spirit Vortices.

As soon as these two Spirit Vortices formed, the forty-nine Spirit Vortices linked into one, forming an immensely powerful energy like an invisible wave, crashing against Lin Feng’s entire body.

Uh!

Lin Feng couldn’t help but grunt, as if his flesh and blood were being sliced by a thousand knives, causing heart-wrenching pain.