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第一千三百九十一章 重游五色灵山

The outer sea of Yunzhou was vast. However, with Lin Xuan's current cultivation and divine power, his swift flight was something that outsiders could hardly imagine.

A distance of a million miles took him no more than a day and night.

When the sun rose from the horizon, a majestic spirit mountain loomed in front of his eyes.

Revisiting an old place, a hint of nostalgia appeared on Lin Xuan's face.

Remembering the last time he came here, he met Elder Heavenly Lion along the way, encountering some twists and turns, but it only deepened their bond with Yuanyuan.

If two hearts are truly for each other, what does it matter if they can't be together every day?

Although the chaotic demon aura forced them to temporarily part ways, Lin Xuan believed that they would meet again.

Now that he had reached the Separation and Union stage, his goal of living together was closer. He was sure that Yuanyuan would be overjoyed upon seeing him.

The saying "near home makes one timid" came to mind as he thought about how close his beloved wife was. His heart raced with anticipation. This had nothing to do with cunning or scheming; it was simply a genuine emotion.

It seemed that Lin Xuan's feelings were sensed by the Moon in the Heavenly Mechanism Mansion, who sighed softly and admitted that she wasn't jealous at all—though how could she not be?

What could she do? Could she pout and fuss, or even leave her master?

If it had been the Arhats of his past life, he would have already drawn his sword. The King of Hell was known for his bold and resolute nature; she would rather let a faithless man die so that she could mourn him for all eternity.

In short, there was no room for sand in the eyes of the Queen of Hell.

But Moon was different. She had a gentle and weak personality. While it hurt her to see Lin Xuan being unfaithful, she would never raise her voice at him or even say anything harsh.

She was a woman with a heart of water, willing to suffer silently rather than show any displeasure towards Lin Xuan.

Fortunately, Xiao Tao was still fast asleep; otherwise, seeing the mistress upset and jealous might have caused her to lose it and go all out against that unfaithful carrot-top.

It had taken him three hundred years to reach the Separation and Union stage—so slow he felt like a pig. His looks were worse than his intelligence, and yet he still managed to win the heart of the mistress. He was truly a sinner who should be thrown into hell, tortured on a blade mountain, and fried in oil.

Fortunately, this was just hypothetical; Xiao Tao was still sound asleep.

As for what would happen when she woke up, Lin Xuan didn't need to think about it now.

Men were always more careless than women. Lin Xuan did not notice Moon's disappointment as he felt elated at the thought of seeing Yuanyuan again.

With less than ten miles left from the Five-Colored Spirit Mountain, Lin Xuan slightly suppressed his divine power, causing his flight to dim.

This was not for hiding his tracks but rather to avoid drawing too much attention.

One reason was that低调 was his principle; another was that this was the abode of the Five-Colored Fairy—a place where he did not want to be overly conspicuous and disrespectful.

As the saying goes, "When you can't see a monk's face, look at the Buddha's." The Five-Colored Fairy was Yuanyuan's aunt, in other words, his senior. Even though Lin Xuan had reached the Separation and Union stage, he always respected his elders.

Although he suppressed his aura, Lin Xuan did not deliberately hide his presence. Such a powerful existence arriving here would surely be noticed by the Five-Colored Spirit Mountain.

In a deep valley within the mountain, an elegantly dressed woman was meditating. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and showed signs of surprise and uncertainty.

But soon, her expression turned calm as she recognized the aura of an old monster at the Separation and Union stage from long ago—Lin Xuan himself.

"Only a hundred years have passed, yet he has truly reached the Separation and Union stage."

A hint of envy flashed in the Five-Colored Fairy's eyes. Demon races lived much longer than humans, but there were rules in this world, and heaven was fair.

Compared to humans, demons found it even harder to advance, but Lin Xuan had managed to reach the Separation and Union stage in just over three hundred years—quite shocking for a human. He might not be the first or last such person, but from ancient times until now, there were only a handful of people who could match his extraordinary abilities.

He was truly a genius. Not only did he have an excellent spirit root, but his luck was so good that it was enviable.

Recalling how he had vanished mysteriously during the battle on Immortal Isle a hundred years ago, she stood up from her cushion.

In fact, several days earlier, she had received a flying sword message from Dream Like Beauty, inviting her as a guest to attend Lin Xuan and Moon's initiation ceremony into the sect.

At first, she was skeptical and did not go.

Now that reality was before her eyes, the Five-Colored Fairy felt deep envy. Since he had reached the Separation and Union stage, they were now peers in strength.

Moreover, the divine techniques he cultivated were so extraordinary that it was highly likely that his power exceeded hers.

In a world where strength ruled, with Yuanyuan here, Lin Xuan would not show disrespect. But out of respect for her and himself, she should personally greet him.

With this thought, the Five-Colored Fairy transformed into a streak of brilliant light and flew out of her abode.

By now, Lin Xuan was only ten miles away from the spirit mountain. Every plant and tree on the mountain were clearly visible to his enhanced senses after reaching the Separation and Union stage—both his divine sense and physical perception had greatly improved with each advancement.

Suddenly, Lin Xuan's expression changed as he stopped abruptly in mid-air.

From afar, a melody of celestial music drifted towards him.

Following this, fragrant flowers rained down from the sky, turning it into a colorful flower shower.

A group of beautiful maids appeared before his eyes, standing gracefully in two rows, each consisting of twelve girls around seventeen or eighteen years old, with delicate features and holding lanterns.

They were not human women; their bodies emitted a faint demon aura.

Generally, demons only transformed from their animal forms to humans after reaching the fourth stage and entering the Shapeshifting Realm. However, there were exceptions.

Some weaker demon races could open their minds and transform into humans without reaching the fourth stage due to their limited cultivation potential.

These demons found it hard to survive in the world of cultivators and usually relied on powerful forces for protection.

Lin Xuan's gaze swept over these demon maids but did not linger. Beyond them, a colorful cloud appeared before his eyes.

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