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第一千八百八十章 阴魂之祸

Chapter 1880 - The Plague of Phantom Souls

The Yellow River's waters come from the heavens, rushing to the sea and never returning.

This scene was perfectly described by that verse. A daoist practitioner at the Cave Profound stage indeed proved formidable; thousands upon thousands of phantom souls were swept into the river, vanishing without a trace. Originally tightly surrounded, they now managed to carve out a path through the torrent.

The Sea Clan practitioners rejoiced greatly and quickly gathered in this direction. Lin Xuan's eyes flashed with sharp light as he too flew over.

However, while the Heavenly River's power was immense, its duration was too short. In just a few breaths, the surrounding phantom souls reassembled, resolutely gathering once more.

The practitioners' faces fell dramatically. But at this moment, a loud roar echoed, followed by the sound of cracking bones. The practitioner surnamed Li's eyes glinted with ferocity as he doubled in size. In just a few breaths, his body grew to nearly ten zhang (about 30 feet), muscles rippling like steel.

Simultaneously, an aura of primordial savagery emanated from him, though it was unclear if this was due to the cultivation technique. The seemingly robust trident he held in one hand now looked like a child's toy.

Without further ado, Li surnamed practitioner exhaled a cloud of green mist that entered Lin Xuan’s ears with a pop. The trident absorbed it, and its surface glowed with a vibrant green light.

"Wow..."

Several Sea Clan practitioners nearby were shocked, even two daoists at the Cave Profound stage turned to look back.

This boy was actually playing the fool to catch the big fish?

Regret flashed in their eyes, but they had no time for such thoughts. The black light column fully expanded, revealing several daoists at the Cave Profound stage—seven or eight of them.

Although just at the early stages of the Cave Profound realm, this number left the Sea Clan speechless with awe.

The appearances of these creatures varied greatly. One on the far left was over eight chi tall and looked much more imposing than an ordinary person, a green-faced, fanged phantom soul.

Beside him stood someone much smaller, resembling a child, but with three heads on his shoulders...

Another wore imperial attire, clearly a very strange woman. If not for her horned forehead, she could have passed as a human daoist.

The most eye-catching was the one in the middle. His lower half resembled a tortoise-like creature, carrying a hard shell on its back, but his upper body was identical to that of a human.

This creature towered at nearly ten zhang and looked like a counterpart to the bald-headed Sea Clan giant. They complemented each other well.

"Haha, this is the Spirit Realm, right?" The phantom soul resembling a child said with excitement on its face.

"No, it's more likely a connection channel. But from here, we should definitely be in some small interface of the Spirit Realm," the woman in imperial attire spoke slowly.

"Shouldn't we really attack here? If so, this might ignite war between the two realms." Another voice echoed, spoken by a daoist with a horse's face and human body.

"Horse Face, are you scared?" The man with the turtle shell on his back frowned as malevolent energy surged from him.

"No, just that King Asura isn't here. Our power in the Nether Realm is insufficient to contend with the Spirit Realm. If we do this, I fear it might bring trouble upon us. If all six interfaces of our realm are destroyed..."

"Hmph, doing so would be better. You forget, our clan was originally traitors of the Nether Realm, not tolerated by the Six Kings or the Asura Clan. Our people have been nearly wiped out by the Five Kings of the Nether Realm and the Elder Grandmaster of the Asura Clan. We are just lucky to have escaped. With such a small number, how can we restore our clan? So, let's fight to the death. The King staked his life and treasures to determine this connection channel’s location, sending us here."

"Horse Face, everyone swore before the King that we would avenge those who died. We couldn't handle the Nether Realm's six clans, but the Spirit Realm is different. Our goal is to ignite conflict between the two realms and use their enmity to settle our grievances..."

These phantom souls spoke without using sound transmission techniques. Lin Xuan heard every word clearly, his face showing a strange expression.

From these snippets, he couldn't deduce the entire story of the Spirit Realm, but making some simple inferences was straightforward enough.

These seemed to be traitors of the Nether Realm or those not tolerated by the Six Kings and Asura Clan. The specifics were unclear to Lin Xuan.

Perhaps they had offended the most powerful figures in the Nether Realm, or perhaps they wanted to replace the six clans. Many possibilities existed, just as there were conflicts among Spirit Realm sects over territory.

The Eastern Sea daoist world was currently in chaos, with humans, sea creatures, and monsters all involved. It was hard to say who was right or wrong; the daoist world always followed survival of the fittest.

Unfortunately, they failed. As victors, the six clans naturally wouldn't be lenient, massacring them until only a few lucky survivors remained.

After escaping, knowing their strength wasn’t enough for revenge, they devised a strategy to use others as pawns. Their goal was to ignite conflict between the Spirit and Nether Realms, allowing them to settle their grievances by proxy.

Thus, they came to the Spirit Realm, planning to conquer a small interface. If successful, major daoists in the Spirit Realm wouldn’t ignore it, reigniting the war between the two realms.

Despite this, they would inevitably die. But at this point, survival was pointless, so they were willing to risk everything for a chance of revenge.

With their backs against the wall, Lin Xuan was the only one remaining calm. He cast a mysterious incantation in the air, and the Illusory Shadow Secret Technique activated. There was no time for hesitation; he needed to leave immediately or be trapped by these phantom souls.

The situation had become extremely urgent. The Sea Clan paid no attention to what Lin Xuan was doing. These phantom souls were their common enemy. Any rational human daoist should realize that joining forces with them was the only option.

But they were disappointed as Lin Xuan vanished without a trace, using his Illusory Shadow Secret Technique, a spatial ability allowing him to travel thousands of miles in an instant. The surrounding layers of encirclement proved futile.

Lin Xuan continued his flight, repeatedly casting the Illusory Shadow Secret Technique over ten times until he felt his body could no longer bear it and his mana was nearly depleted. He flicked his sleeve, sending a jade bottle flying out—containing immortal milk. After drinking a drop, green light enveloped him as he flew off in another direction.

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