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第五卷 天云十二州 第一千三百四十二章 精品储物袋

Thus, while the Accumulated Spirit Space was undoubtedly precious, it was akin to a double-edged sword.

Lin Xuan knew his own situation all too well. With enough time, he would certainly advance to the Separation Stage, but that wouldn't be an instant achievement.

But now, he had been sent to this Accumulated Spirit Space.

Wouldn’t he have to stay out of the conflict between the Far Horizon Pavilion and the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect?

Could his sister strategize from afar and defeat them?

What about Yuan Yuan and the Five-Colored Fairy? Would their surprise attack on the main sect succeed?

With no protection, could Yin'er and Yun'er, these two girls, help the Drifting Cloud Pavilion establish themselves in this land of powerful cultivators?

Lin Xuan's expression fluctuated as he pondered all these worries. There were so many people he was concerned about.

With so many matters to worry about, how could Lin Xuan possibly remain indifferent when faced with such a rare opportunity?

With that thought, his sleeve fluttered, and a short sword flew out.

Lin Xuan pointed at it, causing a faint green flame to ignite on its surface. The two combined, adding even more power.

A fierce light slashed forward.

Sizzle…

The sound of cloth tearing filled Lin Xuan's ears as the green fire barely traveled a hundred feet before colliding with a white light barrier.

Though the sound suggested that space had been torn apart, Lin Xuan's pupils constricted. With a loud shout, he poured all his strength into the black iron dragon shield in front of him.

Boom!

The light barrier rippled like water but showed no signs of breaking. Instead, it emitted an eerie beam from within.

With a thud, it was deflected by Lin Xuan's protective barrier.

The attack proved ineffective.

However, Lin Xuan's expression did not show much disappointment. The previous strike had been merely a test.

An old monster at the Separation Stage could break this space, and with his cultivation comparable to that of a Separation Stage cultivator, it should be possible for him as well.

A broken sword appeared.

Lin Xuan's face showed signs of fatigue but he still grasped the treasure without hesitation.

Numerous runes spun and flickered, merging into Lin Xuan's arm. He took a deep breath and slashed down with his sword.

...

Time passed quickly, just one meal's time.

The pressure Lin Xuan exuded had weakened significantly, and his expression was pale to an extreme. In the past period, he had used all his strength but could not break through the light barrier in front of him.

This Accumulated Spirit Space was no ordinary place; did it really require a Separation Stage cultivator to leave?

But Lin Xuan lacked the ability to tear apart space. Sighing, his face was filled with gloom.

However, after enduring many trials and tribulations, his mind was not something an ordinary cultivator could match. Soon, he regained his composure. As they say, planning is in one's hands, but success depends on fate. Though trapped here, he had already helped the Far Horizon Pavilion greatly.

The outcome of this final conflict was beyond his control; worrying about it would be useless. It would be better to focus on solving the immediate problem first.

With that thought, Lin Xuan’s expression turned solemn again as he reached out and took a small, exquisite jade bottle from his pocket.

He uncorked it and swallowed the pills inside.

Since arriving at the Far Horizon Pavilion, he had experienced numerous battles. The two old monsters in Linyun Valley were both Separation Stage cultivators. Although Lin Xuan's Moon managed to gain an upper hand, she had also suffered significant losses.

Moon was fine; the Arrogant King’s treasure box was a unique item that could harness primordial energy, so the consumption of ghostly ink wasn't too great. But for Lin Xuan, even though the Magic Fate Sword was powerful, its consumption was equally high.

Thankfully, he possessed two infants and one pill, otherwise, he would have been exhausted long ago.

But even so, he needed to recover as soon as possible; although his cultivation stage wouldn’t drop, he would undoubtedly suffer severe damage to his essence energy.

Fortunately, the place was rich in spiritual energy. After swallowing the pills, Lin Xuan sat cross-legged and began refining them.

...

Time passed without a sense of duration. When Lin Xuan opened his eyes again, two days had elapsed.

"Master."

A delighted voice reached his ears; it was Moon who had been by his side all along.

Lin Xuan's face also broke into a smile. No matter how many obstacles lay ahead, as long as Moon was with him, he didn't care.

"Master, should we stay here?" The little girl hesitated and softly asked. She had already read the information from the jade cylinder, so she understood their situation clearly.

"Hmm, it seems that way." Lin Xuan sighed slightly but there was nothing to hide from his bed companion. Advancing to the Separation Stage wasn't an easy task for him either.

While he had confidence in success, the time required couldn't be measured in days or even weeks. He didn't know what state the Twelve States of Heavenly Cloud would be in when he left here.

But worrying about it was useless. Lin Xuan shook his head and decided to focus on solving the immediate problem first.

His gaze then fell upon the nearby bones.

The owner of these remains once controlled the Far Horizon Pavilion, so burying them here likely meant they couldn't advance to the Separation Stage in their lifetime.

No…

Lin Xuan suddenly shook his head. He delved into the jade cylinder again and after a moment, he lifted it with an extremely strange expression on his face.

The text mentioned that this senior had gone through many trials but only managed to create nine Accumulated Spirit Pearls.

These pearls were keys to entering the Accumulated Spirit Space, each corresponding to one another.

If there was no second pearl for the same space, how did the owner of these bones enter?

Lin Xuan frowned and pondered, but after much thought, he still couldn't find a clue.

"Master, what are you thinking about?" Moon tugged at Lin Xuan's sleeve and asked weakly.

"No."

Lin Xuan shook his head. Realizing something, a hint of self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips. What was the point in thinking so much? The only thing he needed to do now was everything possible to advance to the Separation Stage; worrying about other matters wouldn't help.

With that thought, Lin Xuan's sleeve fluttered again, and a green light shot out, snatching the storage bag beside the bones.

Regardless of what it contained, this storage bag itself was an invaluable treasure.

In ancient times, cultivation had been far more prosperous than today. Many treasures from various crafts in the world of cultivators were now lost.

For example, armor forging techniques and storage bags were much simpler back then.

The storage bags he used now were already remarkable, but they could only hold a space about oneyardmeasure (about 3 meters) in diameter.

Lin Xuan was immensely wealthy, carrying several such storage bags on his person.

If too few, it wouldn't fit. If worn around the waist, it would be inconvenient and affect appearance.

But this storage bag was different; it had been crafted using ancient techniques, with a space of twentyyardmeasure (about 60 meters) in diameter, making it equivalent to dozens of ordinary ones.

PS: Huan Yu feels very guilty. She will definitely increase her output recently.

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