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第五卷 天云十二州 第一千一百一十四章 初战离合,元气之威

Lady Xiaohou Lan did not speak, her brows slightly furrowed. If it were in the Spirit Realm, a mere Separation Period cultivator would not be worth her attention. However, after breaking through the void and being trapped by the laws of this world—now that she was only at the middle-stage Core Formation stage, things had taken a turn for the worse. She did not have much confidence in facing off against the other party but there were no other options available to her.

"Miss, you do not wish to answer me; it does not matter. Elder Brother will not cause any trouble and can leave on his own…" Huìtōng clasped his palms together, a compassionate expression appearing on his face. Of course, he said this merely to divide the enemy. He did not hold an ordinary Core Formation cultivator in much regard, but for some reason, facing this woman made him feel uneasy. After weighing the pros and cons, Huìtōng spoke these words.

"Thank you for your kindness, Miss, I will accept it. However, as a token of my gratitude, let me accompany Brother Lin on his departure," Xiaohou Lan said with a firm look in her eyes. She took a few steps forward and stood beside Lin Xuan.

"The lady’s sense of honor is admirable, but I advise you to think carefully. Two ordinary Core Formation cultivators challenging an elder like myself is like a fly trying to stop a cart." Huìtōng did not get angry; instead, he said with a cold smile, "Is that so? Then tell me, how can I be sure of your promise of ascending to the Spirit Realm and avoiding the same fate?"

Xiaohou Lan’s patience was wearing thin. With one move, Lin Xuan’s expression changed dramatically. The monk merely flicked his fingers, and the clear sky instantly turned overcast. A strong wind blew, stirring up the surrounding primordial energy.

Around Huìtōng, countless tiny light points appeared, each about the size of a finger, all in a pale yellow hue, indicating that he was primarily using earth-type primordial energy.

At this point, cultivators’ bodies functioned like containers for manipulating and transforming primordial energy. They did not rely solely on their own stored magical power; they often used it to attack by drawing upon the surrounding primordial energy.

The degree of transformation and the amount drawn were proportional to one’s cultivation stage and the quality of their cultivation method. The more refined the technique, the more pure and abundant the primordial energy could be extracted from the surroundings.

Moreover, this was also limited by the environment. For example, Mèng Rúyan practiced the Cloudy Snowfall Technique, a water-type cultivation method. In the sea or lake, she could unleash her full power, but in sandy areas, even a Separation Period cultivator would find it difficult to summon water primordial energy.

However, with increased cultivation, such limitations gradually diminished. Similarly, Separation Period cultivators also used talismans and magical treasures.

The use of primordial energy was about efficiency. The most terrifying aspect for Separation Period cultivators lay in their understanding of natural laws.

Lin Xuan had that feeling now; time seemed to slow down. Those light points rapidly coalesced into over a hundred golden hands, each about seven or eight zhang long.

Lin Xuan involuntarily sucked in his breath. Such transformation techniques were within the capabilities of any Core Formation cultivator. For instance, he often transformed his spirit energy into green arms. But having over a hundred at once was truly astonishing; they could crush him to dust with one strike. Lin Xuan’s face turned ashen.

He flicked his sleeves, and two magical treasures flew out. One was the Black Gold Dragon Shield, which instantly transformed into a golden light curtain that enveloped him. The light curtain shimmered, indicating its non-trivial nature.

The other was a short sword, no more than a foot long but radiating with a bluish-green glow—clearly it was Qinghu Fire. Lin Xuan’s expression turned grave as he cast a spell.

The sword grew to over ten zhang in length and transformed into a dragon. However, without the soul of a beast, it merely resembled one. Nevertheless, given the power of the Qinghu Sword, it should not be underestimated.

Huìtōng paid no heed, his face filled with mockery. Even if he were to kill an advanced cultivator, it would still be extremely easy for him. This boy was overestimating himself. "Amitabha!"

With a Buddhist invocation, the hundred golden hands surged towards both of them.

Lin Xuan’s pupils constricted; he showed no fear on his face. As the arms approached, he suddenly moved his shoulder as if taking a step and vanished from sight.

"Instant teleportation?"

Huìtōng was taken aback, his expression filled with surprise. He did not expect an ordinary middle-stage Core Formation cultivator to be able to master such a mysterious spatial technique. Lin Xuan had just deployed the shield, thinking he would take the brunt of the attack, but it turned out that Huìtōng had been tricked. Facing a Separation Period cultivator, brute force was suicide; Lin Xuan chose to use his intelligence and strength.

Using Nine Heaven Stepping, he evaded the enemy’s attack range. A flash of green light later, Lin Xuan appeared beside Huìtōng on his left, only about a hundred zhang apart.

Lin Xuan moved swiftly forward.

The dragon-shaped sword transformed into a green fire dragon, which fiercely lunged at him.

On the other side, Lady Xiaohou Lan was also not in danger. She had inherited New Moon’s memories and understood Separation Period cultivators’ combat methods. Her choice mirrored Lin Xuan’s; direct confrontation would be foolish. A faint glow appeared on her body as she flawlessly used the WindArt of Evasion.

"Hmph, are Separation Period cultivators so formidable? If it were in the Upper Realm, I wouldn’t even spare them a glance," the young woman said with a raised hand. A simple-looking immortal sword emerged from her sleeve like a fish swimming out of water. Although she could not bring Spirit Realm treasures through the void, she had not been idle over these years. This sword was a replica of her trueLife Treasure in the Upper Realm.

However, since many materials were unavailable here, she used substitutes. While its power fell short of her trueLife Treasure, it was clearly superior to any low-grade treasures from the mortal realm. The magic lay in the crafting technique and the small arrays carved on its surface.

Lady Xiaohou Lan extended her delicate fingers, casting hand seals rapidly before pointing forward. A clear sound echoed as countless talisman characters appeared around the immortal sword, drawing primordial energy together.

A smug smile played on her lips; although limited by her cultivation stage, she could not directly command primordial energy but could do so through her magical treasures and the Spirit Realm arrays carved upon them.

After all, in terms of mindset and understanding of natural laws, even this bald monk was no match for her. Huìtōng’s eyes widened with disbelief as he said, "I told you before; I am a cultivator from the Spirit Realm."

Lady Xiaohou Lan pointed at him, and the immortal sword sliced towards him.

"Rubbish! Do you think I’m afraid of you? Since ancient times, Spirit Realm cultivators cannot break through the void to come down here," Huìtōng said with an air of disdain but did not underestimate her. He flicked his hand behind his head and a wooden fish about a foot long flew out. Countless light points rushed in, followed by two magical treasures colliding with each other.

"Bang!"

The sound was like lightning splitting the sky or the earth cracking open, shocking to behold. Lin Xuan’s heart raced; the rumors were not exaggerated. No wonder eight great cultivators could only hold off Mèng Rúyan for less than a cup of tea.

The power of these magical treasures increased dramatically when infused with primordial energy. The collision between the immortal sword and wooden fish created ripples that flattened entire mountains.

Even though ordinary Core Formation cultivators could achieve this, it was merely the residual effects of their magical treasures. It was said that high-stage cultivators had the ability to move mountains and overturn seas, but such abilities were greatly exaggerated. However, when these magical treasures were infused with primordial energy, their power surged, turning everything into reality.

The nearby mountains crumbled as each sword strike or wooden fish attack left deep cracks in the ground, invisible to the eye. The entire area sank…

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