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第一千四百四十三章 找错对手

There were demons, e-books (fiction).

Many of Lin Xuan found the scene familiar; they were mostly souls of unfortunate creatures he had exterminated and sealed within his Beast Soul Banner.

Lin Xuan roughly counted, finding nearly ten thousand souls.

The dark wind stirred, and Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes. Even for him, it felt like his scalp was tingling.

What could this little girl be planning?

After all, while the Beast Soul Banner could absorb countless souls, it couldn't store physical objects.

"Quickly!"

Moon's voice was soft as she pointed her jade hand forward.

Instantly, a chorus of wails echoed. The voices were haunting and terrifying; both cultivators and demons, after being purified by the Beast Soul Banner, had turned into vengeful spirits.

A formidable aura emerged, and the myriad ghostly creatures transformed into streaks of shadow, rushing to devour the ancient beast's corpse.

Could it be...

Lin Xuan was no stranger to such scenes, but he couldn't help feeling a bit shocked. He sighed softly; this ancient beast must have been extremely unlucky.

The ghosts had already begun their feast on the crocodile's body. Despite being over eight hundred feet long, the sheer number of spirits ensured that not even an inch of the beast was left.

Given its age and the quality of its skin and bones as excellent material for cultivation, it would be a struggle to defeat such a powerful entity in this stage. However, Lin Xuan's luck had been good; he had been teleported to a sparsely populated area without encountering any rivals.

Even if he did meet others, there was no need to fear. After all, he was also at the Separation Realm and could rely on Moon for support. Even if faced with someone like Wang Tinglou, he still had a chance to escape.

However, not everyone was as fortunate as Lin Xuan.

Huang Zha Dao Ren was an advanced-stage Immortal in his mid-advanced stage. As one of the senior elders of his sect, he was usually quite formidable.

But everyone has their own struggles. He had been troubled by a bottleneck for over a century and despite his efforts, his cultivation hadn't improved at all. Even elixirs and medicines were ineffective; it was a waste of time that frustrated him deeply.

What could one do?

Cultivation was about hard work; there was no shortcut to success.

However, fate had given him an opportunity. He obtained the Demon Realm Talisman by chance.

The Demon Realm!

As a high-stage cultivator, he knew about this legend. It opened every nine thousand years, offering unimaginable opportunities along with endless dangers.

It was said that the elixirs within were miraculous; taking them would allow one to transcend their current realm without needing to ascend to heaven in a single day.

Unable to resist the temptation, who wouldn't want to become an advanced-stage cultivator, even a Separation Realm?

After thorough preparations, he entered the Demon Realm.

The journey was uneventful, and no treasures were found until recently when he encountered the white-robed man ahead of him. The man looked around twenty years old, with a strikingly handsome appearance; he was an early-stage Immortal.

Huang Sang Dao Ren decided to kill for treasure. While such incidents are common in the cultivation world, killing for treasure among advanced-stage cultivators is rare. Most independent cultivators at this stage have powerful sects or families backing them.

Even if a disciple from a major sect were killed outside, unless they were prodigies with deep connections, their sect would ignore it as a loss.

Reputation was meaningless; what mattered was practical gains.

But for advanced-stage cultivators like Huang Sang Dao Ren, even minor offenses could lead to severe consequences. If a powerful entity like Wang Tinglou were killed, the entire sect or family would be implicated, leading to an all-out conflict between two major powers.

Thus, advanced-stage cultivators rarely engaged in such acts; let alone killing for treasure.

But here, dying in the Demon Realm was normal and untraceable. So Huang Sang Dao Ren's greed was awakened.

However, he now regretted his decision bitterly. The man was clearly a Separation Realm entity, not an early-stage Immortal as he had assumed. His aura alone paralyzed Huang Sang Dao Ren, and the skull-like figure pounced on him.

A scream echoed, but it was too late; even hisyuan baby didn't escape.

"Hmph, an Immortal is just a lowly ant. This feeling is so delightful... Lin Brother, will you be surprised when we meet again?"

Field Xiao Jian smiled smugly, unaware that Lin Xuan had also reached the Separation Realm.

Who would be more shocked?

Meanwhile, in an unremarkable valley.

While separation realm cultivators didn't always fight, even those at the same stage could have vastly different strengths.

Aaah!

The roar was like thunder. Anyone passing by would be stunned; a monstrous creature with a fearsome appearance stood out.

It was over two meters tall, had four arms and two heads, its head resembled that of a lizard, and it had thick scales covering its body...

Needless to say, this was a demon from the Lower Realm, and its strength was formidable, at the Separation Realm stage.

If Lin Xuan encountered such an entity without Moon's help, he would likely be in a tough fight.

The Lower Realm, despite being nominally lower, had true power comparable to the Spirit Realm. Its cultivation techniques were so mysterious that even human cultivators couldn't fathom them.

At the same level, there was no suspense; humans, whether cultivators or demons, would surely lose.

But at this moment, the two-headed four-armed monster was powerless. It had provoked Wang Tinglou, who had hidden his aura and attacked him. As the first expert in the human world, Wang Tinglou was near the peak of Separation Realm.

Regardless of his motivation for entering the Demon Realm, he had a ninety percent chance of passing through the heavenly tribulation.

For others, the Demon Realm was dangerous, but few could threaten Wang Tinglou. Facing this two-headed four-armed monster, Wang Tinglou didn't even use histreasure; just two sword beams formed by his mana were enough to repel it.

Wang Tinglou crossed his arms behind his back, still appearing youthful and graceful despite being in his forties. He had no time for a demon or ghost, his expression turning fierce as sword beams fell like a waterfall, splitting the monster in half.

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