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第一千八百六十九章 通道界面

The sky was gradually darkening, and though the island's environment was peculiar, it still had day and night cycles.

However, for cultivators like Lin Xuan, such conditions made no difference. They didn't need to rely on their eyes; they could simply use their divine sense to explore.

Lin Xuan originally had no intention of resting. As the sky grew darker, however, a sudden gust of cold wind began to swirl around him. This wasn’t due to any presence of ghosts or spirits; it was the lingering essence energy in the air transforming into extremely yin and coldyin power or yin strength (referring to a form of energy associated with the feminine or lunar in some traditional Chinese beliefs).

Lin Xuan’s pupils constricted. He had never encountered such a situation before. Taking a deep breath, silver light shone from his eyes as he gazed at a small hill in the distance.

The mountain wasn’t more than a hundred feet tall, its vegetation lush green. However, upon closer inspection, Lin Xuan’s expression grew strange. At the base of the peak, there was originally a spirit vein snaking through it. Although the quality of the vein wasn't extraordinary, at this moment, it was gradually transforming into a yin vein.

Indeed, just as essence energy transformed intoyin power or yin strength (referring to a form of energy associated with the feminine or lunar in some traditional Chinese beliefs), this spirit vein was visibly turning into a yin vein.

Could this be… Lin Xuan’s expression turned unusually ugly.

This situation would likely only be known by a few powerful cultivators in the Spirit Realm, excluding the majority of ordinary ones. Lin Xuan knew about it because he had heard from Little Tao when she was still in the human world. Although Little Tao often spoke harshly to him and called him stupid, as the personal attendant of the Arhats, her extensive knowledge after being imbued with divine essence made her insights invaluable.

Lin Xuan vaguely remembered how Little Tao mentioned that between the Spirit Realm and the Netherworld, there were many peculiar spaces. These could be seen as another realm, neither belonging to the Spirit nor the Netherworld, more like a passage connecting both worlds. This analogy was apt; in ancient times, such spaces were indeed called 'passage realms.'

A passage between two worlds!

If you were a cultivator from the Spirit Realm and entered this passage, it would be akin to standing on an active volcano. No wonder such beasts hadn’t been seen before in the Spirit Realm—perhaps they came directly from the Netherworld.

This revelation answered some of his questions, but Lin Xuan still had many uncertainties. For instance, was the ghost he encountered by chance, having entered this passage, or was it a premeditated trap?

The former wouldn't matter much, but if it were the latter, that would be serious.

Little Tao once said that even the Arhats couldn’t accurately pinpoint where these passages appeared. However, with time passing, could the powerful beings from the Netherworld now find them? Lin Xuan wasn’t sure about this.

But he didn't care; after all, he was a wandering cultivator. Moreover, due to Moon’s past identity, Lin Xuan didn’t hate those ghosts as much as other cultivators did—those were subjects of the Arhats and their followers.

Of course, he also had no fondness for them, given that Moon's past life was so distant in time. Who knew what the Netherworld was like now?

In his heart, Moon was simply Moon—the sweet, innocent girl who needed him to protect her. There was nothing to do with the Arhats.

Thinking of this, Lin Xuan’s face broke into a smile tinged with melancholy. He thought about Moon and how much he missed her. The path of cultivation could be lonely without her, but Lin Xuan believed that their separation was temporary; one day, he would find her again.

Even the strongest person had moments of weakness. Thinking of Moon now, Lin Xuan’s face softened with tenderness.

However, his expression quickly changed as a cold killing intent emerged from him. Turning his head slowly, he said, "Why must you hide in darkness? Do you want to ambush me? I’m sorry, but this opportunity is over."

Lin Xuan's words were polite, yet his face was filled with murderous intent. He had just been thinking about Little Tao and recalling their time together when someone interrupted him. The frustration was evident.

Feeling resentful, Lin Xuan didn’t bother to hide it. A powerful aura surged out, heading in the direction of the source he discovered.

He didn't attack, but his aura was tangible, like an angry lion ready to devour its intruder.

If it were a regular cultivator, even someone at the Separation Stage, they would have suffered some consequences. After all, everyone knew that Lin Xuan’s power with two infants and one pill was no exaggeration.

"Hey?"

A surprised female voice caught his attention, causing Lin Xuan to show surprise on his face. It was a female cultivator. However, he didn’t care about gender; in the cultivation world, there was no such thing ascherish fragrant flowers and delicate jade (idiomatically meaning to be tender towards women) (treating women with extra kindness). Being merciful to an enemy was foolish.

Such mistakes were made by inexperienced newcomers who fell for beautiful women. Lin Xuan wasn't like that; his enemies were his enemies regardless of their gender.

Despite the aura not weakening, it grew stronger. Although the opponent had used some secret technique to mask themselves, Lin Xuan could sense they weren’t at a low level. Having faced many dangers, he knew this enemy was formidable and wouldn’t be easily defeated.

Anger aside, Lin Xuan’s mind remained clear. How could he act on impulse?

Releasing his aura was both an expression of anger and a test. This action also had the benefit of making the opponent think he was rash, which would mislead her in their next battle. Without realizing it, Lin Xuan was already considering the enemy's psychology. The outcome of a cultivation battle wasn’t just about strength; intelligence played a significant role.

The aura drew attention but then seemed to be swallowed by something.

Indeed, a vortex suddenly appeared in the empty night sky without any warning. All the essence energy that surged towards it was absorbed and vanished.

"What…?"

Lin Xuan’s pupils constricted as he realized this wasn’t just an illusion or some kind of magical barrier. The aura had been absorbed without breaking through, something ordinary cultivators couldn’t do.

No, not ordinary cultivators; even a初级神秘洞穴知识 (early-stage Spirit Realm) cultivator wouldn’t be able to achieve this with his experience. Could it be…

Lin Xuan’s expression turned serious. A level difference in strength could make all the difference. With his current power and all his treasures, he could face an early-stage cultivator without much difficulty, especially if he summoned the successfully cultivated Corpse Demon.

However, facing a mid-stage cultivator would be another matter entirely; he wouldn’t have any chance of victory. The gap was too great for even him to bridge.

Of course, if the Five Dragon Seal could be used effectively, that would change everything. Its power was described as heavenly-defying, but Lin Xuan didn’t know how to use it beyond releasing some colorful clouds. He had no idea how to control it. If only Moon were here; he could ask Little Tao when she woke up. Her knowledge and insight in the cultivation world were unparalleled.

As these thoughts raced through his mind, Lin Xuan’s expression grew more serious. Suddenly, a cool breeze began to blow, accompanied by a clear, melodious sound that sounded like bells clinking together.

Lin Xuan’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the vortex. A slender figure soon appeared in his vision!

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