Wu dong Qian Kun: I, Lin Langtian, Refuse to be a Supporting Character

Splash.

Sitting cross-legged on the surface of the Sacred Spirit Pool, Lin Langtian was enveloped in waves of rich, emerald-green energy flowing steadily into his body. This energy, condensed over twenty years, was powerful even for him in his half-step Nirvana Realm. However, his mind wasn’t focused solely on absorbing it.

”Ling Yi, how do we carry out Yuan Power Fusion?” Lin Langtian asked internally.

”First, you need to dive to the depths of this pool to cultivate,” Ling Yi responded coolly.

”Into the depths of the pool?” he echoed, then steeled himself. With a single motion, Lin Langtian slipped into the lake, the ripples spreading as he dived deeper, cutting through the waters like a fish.

As he swam, the energy-laden water swept past him, and he continued deeper, where he felt a rising pressure from all directions. His physical body, unshielded by Yuan Power, bore the force alone as he continued downward, strengthening his endurance against the immense energy and pressure of the pool.

After about half an hour, he finally stopped, glancing upward. He could barely make out a faint light above, realizing he was now almost a hundred meters below the surface. The water here wasn’t ordinary; it was imbued with dense energy, creating a powerful pressure that even he found challenging.

”This should be a good place to train,” he thought, nodding before settling cross-legged at the pool’s floor, his expression gradually growing serious.

Lin Langtian took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and directed his mind toward his Dantian. ”Are we ready to begin?” he asked, looking inward at Ling Yi perched atop the golden spirit wheel in his core.

With a nod, Ling Yi extended her dark wings, releasing a thick, black flame as she spoke. ”When you’re ready. But remember, if it becomes too much, don’t push yourself. You can pause and try again later.”

Lin Langtian nodded. ”I’m ready. Let’s begin.”

With a sweep of her wings, Ling Yi sent the blazing black flames surging toward him.

Sizzle!

The black flames quickly enveloped him, merging with his dark Yuan Power and making a sizzling sound as they came into contact. Lin Langtian felt his Yuan Power evaporate rapidly upon touching the flames.

As waves of his Yuan Power dissipated, he summoned more from within, releasing a brilliant burst of energy as his Yuan Power flowed through the flames, exited his Dantian, and coursed through his meridians.

Sizzle, sizzle!

Inside Lin Langtian’s body, energy surged chaotically as his Yuan Power circulated. At first, much of his Yuan Power was consumed by the Nine Nether Fire’s searing heat. The flames burned his energy so intensely that each flow through his body felt like he was undergoing a transformation.

It was almost like a ”blood transfusion” of his Yuan Power, as he replaced his regular energy with refined, flame-infused Yuan Power. It was an intense and tedious process, so for hours on end, he worked tirelessly, only stopping occasionally to recover briefly before continuing the fusion.

Finally, after a full day of training, he managed to create a single strand of Yuan Power resilient enough to withstand both the Nine Nether Flame and the intense water pressure from the pool’s depths. The energy returned to his Dantian, and Lin Langtian focused on this new strand with excitement.

This newly formed Yuan Power was a deeper, darker black, like the color of a starless night. Lingering within it was a tiny spark of black flame that flickered faintly—the Nine Nether Flame.

Thrilled, Lin Langtian noticed that this flame now fully belonged to him, independent of Ling Yi’s influence. While small, this single strand of dark Yuan Power felt exponentially stronger and far more destructive than any energy he had wielded before.

”If I’d had this during my fight with Wang Lei, I might’ve been able to finish him with a single strike,” he thought with satisfaction.

With the successful fusion of his first strand, the process began to flow more smoothly. Over the next two days, the flame-infused Yuan Power within his Dantian grew steadily.

As he reached the final stages of his fusion, a vortex formed around him in the pool, with torrents of emerald water swirling toward him, amplifying the energy within his body. The powerful currents disturbed the entire pool, causing the other cultivators nearby, including Mo Ling, to open their eyes in shock.

”Look, it’s Lin Langtian! No wonder there’s such a massive commotion.”

”What is he doing? He’s giving off such a powerful aura!”

They stared in astonishment, whispering among themselves, but none dared to interrupt his training. In the Great Flame Dynasty, Lin Langtian’s reputation was already well-established, and the formidable energy pulsing around him only served to deepen their respect and apprehension.

Meanwhile, Lin Dong observed the scene curiously, although his thoughts were on how Little Marten was faring in his own search at the pool’s depths.

Lin Langtian exhaled slowly, his eyes shining with a new clarity and determination.

This time, he was certain—his Yuan Power Fusion was about to be perfected.

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