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第一千五百一十章 祭台

Though the Pavilion of Clearing did not practice mind-reading techniques, he could still guess Lin Xuan's thoughts to within a margin of error. However, he was not angry. In the cultivation world, survival of the fittest prevailed; even close friends might take advantage when opportunities arose.

Who wouldn't want to covet divine treasures? Sharing them with others was often seen as a last resort.

If Lin Xuan had been as naive and straightforward as some believed, his immense power would not have brought him this far. Although he was much younger than the Pavilion of Clearing, he too had faced countless trials and tribulations, transforming into an old monster.

Such vigilance was perfectly normal; there was nothing to be surprised about. The battle might have been brief, but Lin Xuan expended a significant amount of true essence. Throughout most of it, he fought with all his might, finally extinguishing the demon. His strength had dwindled to only one-third of its peak.

The Pavilion of Clearing indeed harbored murderous intent, seeing this as an opportune moment to eliminate a rival. However, Lin Xuan's tactics were like a kaleidoscope; he produced a ten-thousand-year-old spirit milk, instantly replenishing his true essence.

After witnessing Lin Xuan's formidable strength, the Pavilion of Clearing did not think him superior but considered him on par with himself. With Moon assisting, even if they succeeded, it would be difficult to avoid unforeseen events.

"Lin Brother, I must admit my powers are quite impressive," the Pavilion of Clearing said with a light laugh. "I'm sorry; this time, I couldn't help much in eliminating the ancient demon." "That's alright."

Lin Xuan nodded and agreed, not wanting to linger in the mysterious underground palace any longer.

Seeing no objection from Lin Xuan, the Pavilion of Clearing was overjoyed. They quickly reached an agreement and split up, searching for the divine relics within the grand hall.

Though Lin Xuan had once considered keeping all the treasures for himself, he wasn't a fool to act on impulse. The fact that the Pavilion of Clearing could touch time rules alone made him wary.

According to ancient texts, one needed to reach the realm of Daoist Profoundness to interact with such rules; merging and separating merely allowed the manipulation of primordial energies.

The Pavilion's abilities suggested he was already halfway there or had some extraordinary artifact or unique experience that connected him to his cultivation path.

Though Lin Xuan couldn't be certain, these clues indicated it would be unwise to provoke this old monster. While treasures were tempting, one needed the means to enjoy them.

Lin Xuan wasn't a reckless fool; he wouldn't act without considering all angles. After all, what was in the treasures might not even be worth fighting for.

The best course of action now was to remain cautious. The hall's vast space allowed quick searches with their flying speeds. They found nothing but some skeletal remains, which Lin Xuan had already encountered before and would avoid.

The Pavilion of Clearing, however, approached a white-bone skeleton, noting its unusual appearance. He activated his defensive mechanisms, only to find it was a trap. Despite the dust and grime, he emerged unscathed.

Lin Xuan felt disappointed but quickly regained composure. "Pavilion of Clearing, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," the Pavilion of Clearing said with some embarrassment, waving away the dust with his sleeves as several golden rays transformed into swords, severing the skeletal remains.

The loud sounds echoed through the hall, and Lin Xuan frowned. The Pavilion's composure suggested he was not easily angered or pleased. Had he just discovered something valuable?

Suddenly, the entire underground palace began to tremble violently. Above them, debris fell, threatening collapse.

If ordinary people were here, they would panic, but Lin Xuan remained calm. Instead, his face showed excitement.

A large crack appeared on the ground as well. The central square collapsed with a loud boom.

Not collapse, thought Lin Xuan; instead, a golden beam shot out from the rubble.

The light was blinding, but Lin Xuan noticed something within it. "What is this...?"

Lin Xuan, Moon, and the Pavilion of Clearing all widened their eyes in shock and joy.

In the soul space, Tiao Xiaojian's eyes also widened. The revelation that he had once been the demon lord was staggering. He had only recently learned about such ancient secrets. Now, his mind was filled with awe and disbelief.

The ancient being revealed, "You are right; I am the demon lord. But didn't you say I died alongside two immortals?"

"Ah, a mere Separation Period cultivator like yourself wouldn't know of such ancient mysteries," the ghostly figure said in surprise.

"I was fortunate to learn this..." Tiao Xiaojian swallowed and asked, "Is your identity truly as it seems?"

"Of course, but there is some deception involved..." the figure sighed.

"Why would you deceive me?" Tiao Xiaojian was surprised by his admission of deceit.

The ghostly figure continued, "You don't need to worry; I have a proposition for us. I will explain everything."

He coughed and began speaking slowly. "Back then, the demon lord fought two true immortals to avenge the Aruora King. They all perished together, but just before their final collapse, he used an arcane technique to separate his soul essence by one millionth from his body, allowing it to escape..."

The ghostly figure's voice echoed, "That is me; I can be both the demon lord and this entity. However, there are differences."

"Ah," Tiao Xiaojian understood, but then frowned again. "But why only a millionth of your soul essence?"

"Why not?" the ghostly figure replied with a shrug. "It was enough to ensure my survival."

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