After successfully condensing the first magical vein, Lin Yuan's confidence soared.
"No wonder the strength between the Magical Vein Realm and the Condensed Origin Realm is worlds apart. A single acupoint, once condensed, amounts to twice that of the Condensed Origin Realm. How could one even fight?" Lin Yuan shook his head, somewhat reflective: "Moreover, the energy gathered in the magical vein is all refined through one's will, and its quality is incomparable to that of the Condensed Origin Realm."
A moment later, that wisp of crisis lingering in his heart struck once again.
"Stepping into the Magical Vein, I wonder how much I lack in comparison to that ghostly figure."
"Hm? Why do I have such thoughts!"
"I've become arrogant, actually wanting to compete with the ghostly figure."
Soon, he calmed down, and the self-satisfaction from just breaking through returned to stillness.
