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第一千八百六十四章 神秘的敌人

A sharp tearing sound entered Lin Xuan's ears as the spatial rift widened further.

Woo...

It sounded like a gentle breeze, but the howls of ghosts and demons grew more piercing. The coldyinwind swept over him. Thick earthyyinqi poured out from within, causing the mid-stage condensation core cultivator to look utterly terrified. A chill ran straight through his heart from his feet.

Although his cultivation was negligible, he had read extensively, making his experience quite broad. This scene before him clearly indicated something ominous.

This spatial rift might be connected to another plane. The earthyyinqi was unusually intense—such a presence was rare in the Spirit Realm, almost unheard of, indicating that the place was rich inyin meridian resources.

A thought flashed through his mind as he grew even more fearful. However, inexplicably, his feet seemed rooted to the ground, and his sweat had completely soaked his clothes.

Though the process seemed complex, it took only a few breaths. The agony of being trapped there was excruciating, like waiting for death.

A large amount ofyinwind and dark qi poured out from the spatial rift, but inside, everything remained pitch black.

Suddenly, a white hand emerged from within, adorned with a silver jade bracelet.

It wasn't wrong; it was indeed a silver jade bracelet. The secret silver and bone jade were perfectly combined, with small bells on the wrist that jingled softly as she moved.

The hand was beautiful, with slender fingers clearly belonging to a woman. Footsteps followed, and sure enough, a pretty young girl emerged from theyinwind.

She appeared to be around ten years old, slim and charming, looking exceptionally pure. However, her attire was peculiar; such clothing was rare in both the Spirit Realm and the mortal world.

A small pendant hung from her waist—a tiny skull, though only an inch or so in diameter, it exuded a strange aura.

The spiritual energy flowing through her seemed different from ordinary cultivators—more akin to that of rare ghost cultivators, but purer.

However, the oppressive presence remained. As soon as she appeared, the mid-stage condensation core cultivator fell to his knees involuntarily. It wasn't because he wanted to; it was due to the terrifying spiritual pressure exerted by her.

This disparity between a mid-stage condensation core and an outer realm cultivator is hard to describe in words. If he could still stand firm, that would be truly shocking.

She scanned him but didn’t linger on his form. Instead, she scrutinized the surrounding desert with changing expressions—surprise, joy, disdain...

"Here is the Spirit Realm."

Her voice was low, almost a whisper: "This place where ourunderworldarmy sank their weapons millions of years ago. Hmph, not much to it."

"陰司army?"

The mid-stage condensation core cultivator’s expression grew even more fearful upon hearing this brief statement. The past interface war wasn’t a secret; even ordinary people had heard about it.

"Ahh!"

He roared, drawing all his spiritual energy to its peak and breaking free of the bindings. His entire body was enveloped in green light as he tried to escape.

His retreat was swift, quickly surging out a thousand feet.

The woman ignored this scene, only curling her fingers into a mocking gesture.

"Ah!"

A scream echoed as the mid-stage condensation core cultivator’s form abruptly halted and then disintegrated into blood mist.

Similar scenes unfolded elsewhere on the island. At a riverbank, a middle-aged man with bloody face expressed relief after narrowly escaping an attack by a demon cultivator.

Their power levels were similar—both at the lateyuan embryostage—but he had the upper hand due to his cultivation technique countering that of the demon. After a fierce battle, the hunter became the hunted, and he emerged victorious.

After extracting the soul from the demon’s body, he found a storage bag in its possession. Upon opening it, his face lit up with joy.

However, this expression soon froze.

His smile still lingered on his lips as his head fell to the ground, blood spurting out. He didn’t even know how he died.

A light flashed, and hisyuan embryo escaped just in time, but his small face was filled with anger and confusion. This fall was too mysterious.

Suddenly, he felt something and looked up, his expression turning fearful as a green-faced demon ghost hovered above him, carrying a large cleaver dripping with blood. A spatial rift behind him rapidly closed; could this be aunderworldghost crossing over?

Hisyuan embryo’s eyes were filled with suspicion as he scanned the area with spiritual perception, growing even more fearful—this entity was at the stage of separation.

No longer concerned about anger, he tried to use instant teleportation but it was too late. Clicking sounds echoed as his opponent’s arm suddenly elongated, crossing several feet in an instant and grasping hisyuan embryo.

"What do you want...?"

The chill from behind his back intensified, but this voice abruptly stopped as he was swallowed whole by the entity.

On a snowy plain, snowflakes fell heavily while fierce winds howled. Several mid-stage condensation core cultivators formed an array to fend off attacks from stone-like creatures.

These stone beings stood over ten feet tall, made entirely of black granite, impenetrable. The sea cultivators couldn’t withstand their assault. More terrifying was that these stone beings were clearly living entities, a type of monster unknown in the Spirit Realm.

Recalling the spatial rift, the sea cultivators’ fear intensified. They knew the danger of the Heartstone mission; it had happened twice now. But they hadn't anticipated this time being different—how couldunderworldmonsters be involved?

The stone creature’s realm was hard to determine as its attack style differed from that of a cultivator. There was no spiritual energy flowing through him, but his strength rivaled anyuan embryo cultivator!

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