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第一千八百八十一章 再遇

Although he didn't use any spatial techniques, Lin Xuan's speed was still astonishing. At this point, how could he afford to hold back?

He must leave as soon as possible from this dangerous place.

With so many yīn souls and ghostly creatures around, unless he advanced to the dōngxuán period, there was no way he could match them in combat.

As for his original goal of this trip, Lin Xuan had long forgotten about it. In times of crisis, one's life is always the most important thing.

Although he knew that his pursuers couldn't catch up with him, Lin Xuan changed direction several times during the journey. Life and death were at stake; he could not be careless.

In this way, two hours passed without him noticing. He had no idea how far he had traveled, but it was definitely over a million li away from his starting point.

Such a distance would make even dōngxuán period cultivators unable to trace his movements. For now, he could consider himself out of danger.

But remember, this is only temporary. As long as he remained on this mysterious island, there was always the possibility of being drawn back in. Lin Xuan needed to find a way to leave.

With a wave of his sleeve, a jade cylinder, emerald green and vibrant, shot out.

Lin Xuan reached out and grabbed it, lowering his head and sinking his spirit into it.

After a moment, he raised his head, but his face was filled with a grim expression. He had already seen the content in this yùtóngjiǎn; he just wanted to confirm it again.

According to what the jade cylinder described, the island's environment was peculiar. To enter from outside, any point could be chosen. However, leaving was not easy; specific teleportation points were required. The禁制 above his head was too powerful, making it almost as dangerous as suicide to try and leave there.

The teleportation points themselves were also quite unique. They weren't fixed but moved around within a certain range.

Although finding the teleportation point would be troublesome, with some time spent searching, he could find it easily because of its distinct features.

But after flying so far, Lin Xuan hadn’t seen any such points. Not only had none been found earlier, but over these few days, none had appeared either.

Was this just due to bad luck?

Lin Xuan shook his head, his expression darkening. With his deep-seated wisdom, he knew there were no coincidences. The absence of teleportation points meant something unknown had happened.

With that thought, Lin Xuan raised his head again. The sky was still pitch black, with red clouds floating overhead and lightning occasionally streaking like serpents. He could feel the terrifying nature of the禁制; he wouldn't try to leave unless absolutely necessary.

Let's think of other options first.

Lin Xuan took out a葫芦 from his robe, raised his head, and drank some spirit wine. While this didn’t replenish his energy as effectively as a ten-thousand-year-old spirit milk, it was better than nothing. Since there hadn't been any intense fighting, just travel, the consumption of spirit wine kept up with his needs.

Then Lin Xuan transformed into a streak of light and continued flying forward. As he flew, he released an extremely powerful spiritual sense without reservation, hoping to find a teleportation point or exit.

Soon, half an hour passed, but there was nothing found.

Lin Xuan's face showed signs of anxiety as the longer he stayed, the more dangerous it became. What should he do?

He shouldn't have come here in the first place, but regret was useless. Lin Xuan took a deep breath and calmed his agitated mind. In times of crisis, maintaining composure was crucial.

Don’t rush. He had faced many storms before; this time, he believed he could also turn danger into safety.

He continued flying forward.

Suddenly, Lin Xuan's expression changed as he stopped the streak of light and turned his head to release an extremely powerful spiritual sense.

After a few breaths, he touched his forehead with his hand, his face showing a grim look.

A hundred thousand li away, there was intense fluctuation in spirit energy, indicating that a battle was taking place there.

Lin Xuan's spiritual sense now covered five thousand five hundred li. At this distance, even the slightest movement could be detected if he focused on it.

Beyond this range, his spiritual sense wasn't useless but gradually became more vague. However, specific situations mattered; for example, in a battle where spirit energy fluctuated intensely, he might still detect something from tens of thousands of li away.

From the scale of the spirit energy fluctuations, there weren’t many participants—only about five or six people, mostly cultivators at the yīnshēn stage with one at the líhé level.

Despite the distance, Lin Xuan was experienced. He could confirm that his judgment was likely correct.

Logically speaking, how to leave this mysterious island should be his top priority. Regardless of what happened, he shouldn't get involved in other people's affairs.

But Lin Xuan didn’t think like that. Riches come from taking risks; opportunities often arise from traps. He had already flown for so long without seeing an exit. If he continued flying aimlessly, the result would likely be the same.

Why waste time when a small change could be made?

He decided to stir up the battle and see if he could glean something useful from the mouths of those cultivators.

Opportunities were created by people themselves.

With this thought, Lin Xuan no longer hesitated. He changed direction slightly and quietly flew towards his left.

At his speed, a hundred thousand li wasn’t too far; it wouldn't take long to reach. Ahead, spirit lights flickered, and explosions echoed in his ears. Within several miles, white and orange-yellow mist lingered.

Four cultivators' faces entered his line of sight.

All four were late-stage yīnshēn cultivators, each holding a palm-sized array flag. Clearly, they had used the power of an array, but their expressions were still miserable.

It was them—Yanshan's Four Friends. Lin Xuan couldn't help laughing and crying at the same time; this world really was small, as he unexpectedly met his old friends again.

Amidst his surprise, a smile appeared on Lin Xuan’s face. He had gotten along well with these brother-sister cultivators, so seeing them safe brought him great relief.

Then Lin Xuan turned his head again and focused on their opponent. After identifying the opponent, Lin Xuan's expression changed in surprise; it was an enormous toad.

It resembled a common heart-centering toad but was much larger, measuring over ten feet long. Although just a frog, its presence was formidable indeed!

Its cultivation had reached mid-líhé stage.

Lin Xuan couldn’t help feeling surprised. The difference between líhé and yīnshēn stages was clear in his mind; even an early-stage existence could easily defeat four late-stage yīnshēn cultivators.

But the four still managed to hold their ground, indicating that the array had some mysterious power.

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