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Transmitting Sound Talisman! And it was a very advanced one, though not as effective as sending messages with flying swords. But it wasn't something ordinary cultivators could use either.

Meng Ruyan's delicate brows twitched, and a hint of surprise appeared on her pretty face. She then extended her slender hand, and the flame light fell into her palm. "What?"

With her divine sense submerged, she couldn’t help but let out an involuntary gasp, her expression darkening as a hint of anxiety flashed in her eyes. "Sister, what's wrong?"

Lin Xuan remained unperturbed on his face, feeling somewhat surprised. After all, Meng Ruyan was a cultivator at the Separation Realm; not many things could trouble her: "Do you need my help?"

"No," Meng Ruyan shook her head. "There’s an issue with the Sky and Sea Pavilion, but as long as I return, it will be resolved." "Really?"

"Mm-hmm," Meng Ruyan raised her nose. "Younger Brother, originally, I wanted to have a gathering with you, but now that can't happen. If there's ever an opportunity in the future, you can visit my Sky and Sea Pavilion. Now, I must take my leave."

"Alright, if I'm free, I’ll definitely come," Lin Xuan said with a smile. Meng Ruyan nodded and transformed into a streak of lightning, vanishing into the distance.

Although Lin Xuan was somewhat puzzled, he had other matters to attend to at this moment. His top priority was to return to the Baixuan Pavilion. He and Moon had never been apart; he wondered how she was doing.

The shadow of the Asura King said that it would take her three years to form an infant soul, but in the world of cultivation, who could predict everything? Lin Xuan felt there might be a twist. Of course, it could just be his overthinking, but regardless, he wanted to return as soon as possible.

This trip to Tiangao Sect was almost perfect; he hadn’t paid much and had achieved his initial goal. Although Yunzhou was a holy land for cultivation, ten infant soul puppets were no small force.

Moreover, combining the Crystal Power Cannon with Ear Mushrooms, even if the main hall of Baixuan Pavilion wasn't impregnable, it was certainly well-defended.

Lin Xuan’s thoughts raced as he touched the Heavenly Mechanism Mansion in his pocket. Although this item was new to him, its value was clear just by imagining it.

Next, Lin Xuan stretched out his hand and tapped his waist, revealing an ancient-looking talisman that appeared slightly worn but emitted a formidable spiritual pressure. More astonishingly, the flaming bird pattern within the talisman seemed alive.

Lin Xuan had seen many things in his travels, but such a talisman was unheard of. He carefully restored it with reverence. Lin Xuan took a deep breath and surrounded himself with green light as he soared towards the horizon.

Meanwhile, at Tiangao Sect's main hall, the place of secluded cultivation for Yin Tai:

"Did you say that just a few days ago, our sect lost an Separation Realm cultivator, and you fought him?" The Yin Tai Immortal sat cross-legged, speaking slowly. "Yes, Uncle Senior, it happened like this…" Mo Xuesong's face was filled with respect as he narrated the events involving Lin Xuan. Yin Tai's eyes half-opened and half-closed, listening quietly.

Unconsciously, nearly an hour passed. "Are you sure he’s at the Separation Realm?" After hearing everything, Yin Tai remained silent for a long time before finally speaking slowly.

"…It's possible," Mo Xuesong hesitated slightly: "I'm not entirely certain." "Uncertain?"

"Yes, based on spiritual pressure alone, his level is likely late-stage Infant Soul, but his abilities are beyond the ordinary. I had no chance against him, and this person seems to know Sister Ruyan as well."

"Alright, I understand. You can leave now," Yin Tai said.

Mo Xuesong was puzzled but didn’t dare ask more. He bowed respectfully to the old man in front of him before quietly leaving. Only Yin Tai remained in the grand hall.

"The winds of change are brewing; it seems Yunzhou is truly on the brink of chaos." The expression on Yin Tai's face was also hesitant. Originally, Wansheng Sect would be stronger than Sky and Sea Pavilion, but with the fall of Hui Tong and the addition of a mysterious cultivator to Meng Ruyan’s side, who would win remained uncertain.

Hui Tong's death might have been the catalyst; according to Yin Tai's intentions, Tiangao Sect should stay out of it. However, life is full of disappointments, and with the deep roots of the Seven Great Sects, maintaining neutrality was almost impossible.

Despite the war not yet starting, a hint of bloodiness could be felt in the air. This calamity would likely see many cultivators fall. The Asura battle was set to begin in forty years, but the more people died here, the worse it would be for the Netherworld Realm…

Thinking about the peculiar laws of the Asura Gate, this opening might pose unprecedented dangers in a million-year history. Yin Tai sighed and then closed his eyes, re-entering meditation.

On another side,

After parting ways with Sister Ruyan, Lin Xuan didn’t stop; he traveled swiftly for three days until he reached nearby Jiuling Mountain. The mountain peaks were as tranquil as ever, and Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. However, soon his frown tightened.

The entire mountain was shrouded in thick fog. While lower realm cultivators might not notice anything amiss, Lin Xuan knew the sect’s protective array had been activated. Had something happened?

Protective arrays were different from individual禁制; once activated, they would consume a massive amount of crystals even without attacks.

Most sects and families wouldn’t use their protective arrays in normal circumstances. Lin Xuan released his divine sense over a thousand miles but found no signs of strangers. This was peculiar!

Lin Xuan scratched his head, showing confusion on his face. He then burst into laughter, wondering why he should think so much here. Returning to the sect would clarify everything.

He took out a Transmitting Sound Talisman from his pocket and tossed it towards the distant building that looked like琼楼玉宇. After about half an hour, celestial music filled the air as countless beams of light pierced through the fog for two young girls.

"Meeting Uncle Senior," Wu Yun'er greeted gracefully, while Lu Ying'er bowed respectfully to Lin Xuan. Behind them were nearly a hundred Condensation Core Realm cultivators, each dressed differently but all showing reverence towards Lin Xuan. Late-stage Infant Soul cultivators weren’t easily seen in daily life.

"Enough," Lin Xuan waved his hand, maintaining composure on the surface while feeling even more puzzled inside. The Baixuan Pavilion seemed fine, and there was no sign of external enemies; why activate the protective array then? Although Ying'er’s abilities were impressive, her actions were always measured. Her choice must have a reason.

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