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第一千三百九十七章 可怕的空间风暴

"Thank you, Senior."

Ye Ping'er勉强 bowed and then extended her jade hand to let the pill fall into her palm.

The fragrance was invigorating. She felt much better after taking it. Her eyes lit up with gratitude as she opened her mouth and swallowed the pill without hesitation.

A warm energy rose from her dantian.

Ye Ping'er apologized to Lin Xuan, then closed her eyes and sat cross-legged in mid-air. She began to refine the medicinal power by casting a few spells with both hands.

The time passed quickly like tea being brewed.

As Lin Xuan had said, though this pill couldn't expel all poisons, it was more than enough to counteract one-stage condensation core cultivators' poison techniques.

Soon, the black aura on Ye Ping'er's face gradually faded and disappeared completely.

Without a doubt, she was now free from toxins. Except for some minor injuries, she was fine.

She took a deep breath, her expression showing both joy and gratitude as she bowed to Lin Xuan: "Thank you, Senior for saving my life. I will always remember this favor."

"Enough of the formalities here. We should find a quiet place elsewhere. I have more questions for you."

"Yes, Senior, your commands are my duty."

Ye Ping'er nodded. Despite being alone with a man, she showed no signs of suspicion towards Lin Xuan. After all, he had saved her twice and his cultivation was beyond comprehension—capable of destroying condensation core cultivators without even lifting a finger.

In other words, if he truly wanted to harm her, there would be no need for pretense.

Ye Ping'er's mind was racing as she followed Lin Xuan. "The environment here is good, Ping'er. How did you end up in the Sky Cloud Twelve Continents?"

Lin Xuan sized up the young girl before him and felt genuinely curious. Although she was a descendant of one of the Five Demon Cultivators, it was impossible for an ordinary condensation core cultivator to obtain top-grade crystals.

However, Ye Ping'er's expression changed as if she couldn't believe what Lin Xuan had asked.

"Senior, are you referring to the space anomaly that brought you here after encountering a spatial disturbance on Spirit Beast Island?" Ye Ping'er's face showed disbelief.

"What is this 'space anomaly'?" Lin Xuan frowned and sighed. "I came here by chance about a hundred years ago. It seems there was some change at Spirit Beast Island."

Lin Xuan's voice, though calm, contained a hint of concern.

Moon儿 also opened her eyes in the Astral Mansion. She had lived with Yaohua for a while on Spirit Beast Island and felt a strong connection to that small fox with three tails.

"Then it was like this," Ye Ping'er said, smoothing her hair and organizing her thoughts before speaking gently but respectfully.

"Senior, you must know that Spirit Beast Island is one of the Three Holy Lands. It's filled with countless demon veins, yet it exists between two realms."

Lin Xuan nodded. He had been to Spirit Beast Island; how could he not be familiar with its situation?

The island wasn't vast—about as large as several Youzhou regions—and existed in a gap between realms, occasionally appearing in the human realm, thus giving rise to legends of the Three Holy Lands.

In short, it was located within the cracks of the realms and moved around.

"Senior, about half a year ago, an anomaly occurred. During its movement, Spirit Beast Island encountered a massive space disturbance—almost a spatial storm," Ye Ping'er's voice trembled as she recounted the events.

Lin Xuan's expression changed to one of shock.

A spatial storm.

If it had been any other time, Lin Xuan might not have heard about it, but he had read about it in some ancient master's notes from the Boundless Sea Pavilion's library.

It was known that Separation and Union cultivators could tear through space. However, this was a misconception—perhaps an exaggeration of their abilities.

Indeed, after advancing to Separation and Union, they did touch upon the laws of nature, but time and space were among the most mysterious aspects of these laws.

A mere Separation and Union cultivator couldn't possibly master them.

Separation and Union cultivators could tear through space, which was true. But it happened only once—when their essence cores transformed into golden cores due to the influx of primordial qi from the realm. This core acted like a key; when they wanted to ascend to the spirit realm, they would shatter this core with their true essence, allowing pure primordial qi to rush out and tear through space.

Unfortunately, there was only one chance, and it required surviving the heavenly tribulation.

For a cultivator of ancient magic, the path to the spirit realm involved going to the Ancient Demon Realm, where there were no heavenly tribulations but the demonic energy was still terrifying.

However, this wasn't the most terrifying part.

The heavenly tribulation could be survived with enough strength. But during the process of ascending, there was a more formidable obstacle: spatial disturbances!

To reach the spirit realm, one had to cross through the gap between realms.

Usually, it was safe, but fortune didn't always favor the brave. If unfortunate, encountering a spatial disturbance meant certain death for even Separation and Union cultivators, let alone ordinary cultivators.

If a massive spatial storm—what people called a spatial storm—occurred, even Formation Realm cultivators had no chance of survival, while veteran tribulation cultivators might survive depending on their luck. Only scattered immortals or the three demon kings could hope to make it through such an ordeal.

The terror of spatial storms was evident.

Of course, this happened rarely, with a spatial storm occurring once every two million years on average.

Spatial disturbances were more frequent but still uncommon.

If a powerful cultivator from the human realm survived their heavenly tribulation and encountered a spatial storm, they could only blame themselves for poor luck.

In the Boundless Sea Pavilion's notes, there was only a brief mention of spatial storms.

Lin Xuan was surprised that such a minor condensation core cultivator like Ye Ping'er knew about this secret. But now wasn't the time to delve into it further.

"Senior, you mean Spirit Beast Island encountered a spatial storm while moving between realms?" Lin Xuan exclaimed in astonishment.

"Yes, Senior. I know the probability of such an event is low, but we were just unlucky," Ye Ping'er said with a trembling voice.

"Space vortexes appeared in the sky?"

Lin Xuan's expression changed to one of thought.

"Yes, spatial vortices. Entering them would be dangerous even under normal circumstances, but at that moment, who cared? Entering the vortex might have been our only chance," Ye Ping'er said softly.

"But you just said Spirit Beast Island was destroyed?" Lin Xuan frowned and asked with confusion.

"I misunderstood. When I entered the spatial vortex, half of Spirit Beast Island was destroyed. However, the storm didn't end there. If my speculation is correct, by now, Spirit Beast Island should no longer exist," Ye Ping'er said hesitantly.

"So you're saying that all cultivators and demon beasts on the island perished?" Moon儿's voice filled with anxiety as she stepped out of the Astral Mansion, worried about the three-tailed snow fox.

"Of course not. Although Spirit Beast Island is gone, many others made the same choice at the last moment. If they were lucky, they should have survived," Lin Xuan replied.

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