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Lin Xuan's combat experience was vast, and from the expression on Li Hai’s face, it wasn't hard to guess what he intended. His eyes narrowed slightly as a hint of anger flashed across his face. Destroying the green flame wouldn’t be that easy.

Lin Xuan snorted coldly, his face darkening. He flicked his left hand, and an ancient-looking short sword appeared out of thin air. It was no more than a foot long, its surface covered with cracks. This treasure turned out to be nothing but a defective item.

However, a powerful aura spread around him, enveloping the entire square. The ghostly figure above didn’t need mentioning; Jiuyin’s face finally showed a serious expression.

Even if this divine treasure was rare in the Upper Heavens, its power remained formidable even when broken. "Humph!"

With Lin Xuan's low voice, a green glow surrounded his body as he poured mana into it. Numerous runes, each about the size of a fist, appeared on the blade’s surface.

These runes were profound and ancient, vastly different from those in the human world. They spun and flickered, seemingly alive, drilling into Lin Xuan's body. A layer of silver light enveloped his hand, making the injection of mana smoother than before.

Unlike when he used this treasure previously, after advancing to a Great Immortal, Lin Xuan had unlocked the second level of the Through Treasure Art. Not only did its power increase significantly, but it consumed less mana compared to before.

In short, since his palm was now wrapped in silver scales, it seemed capable of absorbing surrounding primordial energy from the world. Such a divine ability should be within the realm of Separation and Union Realm cultivators, but with the aid of the Through Heaven Divine Treasure, he felt a taste of it early on.

Though still vague about specific details, such an early understanding of the next realm was highly beneficial for future breakthroughs. This could be considered a pleasant surprise.

With one successful strike, Lin Xuan didn’t linger in place but instead moved swiftly, deploying the Nine Heavens Step, appearing several dozen feet away.

Jiuyin was far more formidable than that ghostly figure. As he left, the area where he stood was immediately invaded by grayish-white demonic flames. Lin Xuan’s pupils constricted, his face showing no signs of surprise or alarm as he turned and struck again.

This time, he poured in even more mana. The silver sword aura wasn’t silent anymore; it seemed like a long rainbow piercing the sky. Blue lightning enveloped the sword’s edge, along with countless runes. More terrifyingly, a giant Taiji pattern could be vaguely seen behind it… Before the sword reached its target, it already exuded an overwhelming destructive force. The surrounding primordial energy of the world seemed to have been cut by each strike.

Although this Jiuyin was just a fragment of its essence from millions of years ago, its strength still rivaled that of Separation and Union Realm cultivators.

Lin Xuan had few encounters with such old monsters, and only Huìtōng had truly fought against one. However, Jiuyin’s fragmentary soul was much more troublesome.

Though he hadn’t yet unleashed all his divine abilities, after a series of exchanges, Lin Xuan could clearly gauge the other party's strength. The chances of winning were slim; the only hope lay in the Through Heaven Divine Treasure!

Thus, this strike left no room for holding back. The dazzling sword aura seemed capable of splitting heaven and earth.

Such an overwhelming final attack couldn’t be ignored by Jiuyin. It raised its nine heads high. Roar! Different sounds emerged from each of the blood-red mouths—some like infant cries, others like the collective wails of spirits, some like tiger roars or dragon’s breath, even the sound of fierce winds…

Legend had it that in the Netherworld, Jiuyin was Arūroh’s favorite divine pet. Each head possessed unique divine abilities.

It could swallow water and spew fire; others emitted ghostly mists that corroded bones, invisible sound waves that carved marks in space… All nine abilities converged to meet the cold sword aura.

A deafening explosion echoed, with multicolored light flaring between Lin Xuan and Jiuyin. As an advanced late-stage Immortal Core cultivator, Lin Xuan was formidable even in the human world, but the sheer force of their clash left him almost gasping for breath.

There were no means to escape; the area was under a ban on flying. The sound of cracking echoed as Lin Xuan’s feet sank into the hard stone, nearly reaching his knees. There was no retreat!

The sword aura and Jiuyin's divine abilities still clashed in mid-air. Lin Xuan’s right arm glowed with runes as he poured all his mana into the divine treasure.

Primordial energy from around them surged, visible as countless light points that entered his right arm. The Through Heaven Divine Treasure could absorb primordial energy, but compared to Jiuyin's fragmentary soul, it was like a small witch seeing a great one. Lin Xuan was only at an Immortal Core stage; he hadn’t yet reached the realm of Separation and Union.

Jiuyin absorbed much faster than him, making this stalemate highly disadvantageous for Lin Xuan. He didn’t expect Jiuyin to even block his divine treasure’s power, which meant certain defeat in the end.

Lin Xuan was anxious but had no plan. This damned ban on flying… If not for the strange items at Arūroh’s residence, he could have escaped by now.

Lin Xuan's face turned extremely grim as this outcome far exceeded his expectations. There was no room for trickery; it was like a martial artist comparing inner strength—see who can last longer against the other. A clear winner and loser must be determined.

In between them stood an eerie light ball, half silver and half black as night. Runes flashed on its surface, though those in the silver part were profound and majestic, clearly from a genuine Taoist supreme secret technique.

The black part’s runes seemed written with blood, each stroke dripping with it, filled with resentment.

Lin Xuan poured his mana into the divine treasure while thinking furiously about how to escape. Despite their different realms, Jiuyin could absorb primordial energy much faster. Even if he had plenty of spirit medicines and a storage talisman, they would eventually be exhausted.

"Master, why don’t I help?"

Moon’s voice entered Lin Xuan's ears, but he shook his head. He needed external assistance, but the situation was too dangerous for Moon, who was only at the Condensation Core stage. Even if she touched any of Jiuyin’s divine abilities, it would be a fatal outcome.

"Master, this can’t go on…" Moon was equally anxious. Xiao Tao had said that her palace had been destroyed by spirit realm cultivators, so why were there still so many restrictions and monsters lingering?

Lin Xuan didn't know what was going through Moon's mind. At this moment, he needed external help. While all his mana was used for the Through Heaven Divine Treasure, he could still summon the Corpse Spirit Bag.

He hadn’t released the armadillo or the corpse spirit because they were too weak against Jiuyin. But now, with him involved, they could be used to deal a final blow. Perhaps this would be the straw that broke the camel’s back, giving him a chance to turn defeat into victory. With these thoughts, Lin Xuan no longer hesitated and flicked his left hand, summoning two pouches.

The Corpse Spirit Aura and demonic wind exuded an Immortal Core Realm presence, but here they were just a small boat in the vast sea. The entire square was enveloped by their clash’s primordial energy.

Facing this monster, both the corpse spirit and armadillo showed fear on their faces, though one was a puppet and the other a fool. Their instincts sensed Jiuyin's power.

Seeing this, Lin Xuan’s face darkened further as he issued commands through his spiritual sense. The armadillo and corpse spirit had been sealed with blood oaths. Under repeated urging from their master’s spells, their eyes turned red, exuding an aura of savagery. Roar!

The corpse spirit roared loudly, the sound echoing in Lin Xuan's ears as its fangs protruded, skin becoming increasingly dry and pale. A white sword appeared in the grayish-white mist before his eyes. To be continued...

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