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第一千九百零五章 林轩与毒龙的推测

Chapter 1905: Lin Xuan’s Speculation on the Poison Dragon

Without entering the tiger's den, one cannot catch its cubs. Even though he knew the path ahead was perilous, Lin Xuan had no choice but to forge ahead with determination.

Sighing, Lin Xuan casually sent out several sword qi, creating a deep pit in his line of sight. He then swept his sleeves and buried the remains of the ancient cultivator inside.

Though Lin Xuan was not one to shy away from benefits, burying this man’s bones was merely an easy task for him.

Such matters did not bother Lin Xuan; the path to immortality was fraught with challenges, and he had no idea where it would lead. While he spoke of seeking eternal life, he had no assurance that he could achieve it.

Seeing this ancient cultivator fall mysteriously, his body undecayed for a thousand years, buried in ice, Lin Xuan felt a hint of melancholy deep within him.

After all, who can remain completely unaffected by such scenes?

The sight evoked emotions. However, ever since choosing the arduous path to immortality, Lin Xuan had said goodbye to weakness.

If not for his unyielding mind, he might never have reached the Foundation Establishment stage, let alone possess his current strength. Taking a deep breath, Lin Xuan’s expression became resolute once more.

Without the courage to face death and seek opportunities, one could not advance on the path of immortality.

Lin Xuan’s body emitted a bright green light as he flew forward again.

The poison dragon patriarch hesitated for a moment but had no choice at this juncture. Hoping his judgment was correct, that danger no longer existed, the old monster sighed and followed Lin Xuan.

As time passed, the fog grew denser, obscuring even the divine sense. A hint of an unusual color flashed in Lin Xuan’s eyes as silver light erupted from within, turning his entire pupil into a brilliant silver hue.

He had activated his Heavenly Phoenix Divine Eyes!

In such circumstances, the Spirit Eye technique was perfectly suited for this situation; it could penetrate through several feet of stone walls, let alone this mist.

After flying for another cup of tea’s time, Lin Xuan once again saw the remains. Due to the extreme cold and frost, the bodies here remained undecayed for a thousand years.

This time, Lin Xuan did not stop to examine them closely; he merely used his divine sense to sweep over them.

The cause of death was similar to that of the previous ancient cultivator—his meridians shattered by sound waves.

Lin Xuan’s face grew more somber as he clenched his fists in his sleeves, several talismans already in his palms.

Though this incident had occurred tens of thousands of years ago, Lin Xuan still felt uneasy. The unknown was the most terrifying; what other dangers lay hidden in this mysterious ice plain beyond just the rare crystal veins?

During his journey, more remains appeared, mostly in lifelike positions as if they were still fighting off enemies. It seemed that some powerful force had killed them.

However, Lin Xuan noticed something new: while many of these cultivators died from sound waves or other divine arts, others had their heads severed by sharp claws or were pierced through the chest and abdomen.

Moreover, he found several spirit artifacts among the remains, indicating that not all of these cultivators were high-ranking.

"Poison Dragon, what do you think?" Lin Xuan’s voice echoed as he sought someone to discuss this with.

"It's hard to say, but these people don’t seem like treasure hunters; they might be..."

"They are likely from the same sect," Lin Xuan’s voice continued.

"Indeed, Master’s speculation aligns perfectly with my thoughts."

Though their negotiations were complex, both Lin Xuan and the poison dragon patriarch had extensive experience. Given that they reached the same conclusion, this speculation was likely correct.

Why would cultivators from the same sect all perish here? What dangers did they face in life?

Lin Xuan wasn’t interested in the reasons; he wanted to know what kind of danger lurked in this mysterious space and whether it still existed after so many years.

With time running short, Lin Xuan had no choice but to press on.

After a while, the path opened up before him as the dense fog suddenly vanished. A range of hills appeared in his view.

These were not towering mountains; they reached only a hundred feet high and stretched for over ten miles, winding like a dragon from above.

The vegetation was sparse, covered by thick snow, making it look like a world of silver and white.

At the foot of these hills, abundant qi surged forth.

Unlike veins, this was crystal vein energy, extremely concentrated and of high quality.

Lin Xuan’s heart leapt with joy.

Could this be where the rarest crystal veins were located?

It felt like finding treasure after searching for it in vain.

Well... not exactly, but certainly easier than he had anticipated.

Lin Xuan swept his sleeves again, sending a green sword light slicing towards the nearest peak.

The sword qi struck the mountain wall, instantly emitting blinding white light.

Clearly, this was no ordinary rock; it was incredibly hard.

However, Lin Xuan showed no surprise. The location of veins should be like this.

Finally, the surface layer of rocks was shaved off by his sword light, revealing perfectly clear and pure crystals embedded within.

Each crystal resembled a dried apricot in size, smaller than usual but with pure qi inside.

Sure enough, these were rarest crystals!

Lin Xuan’s face lit up with joy. He had risked so much for this; he feared the intelligence might be incorrect.

Such incidents were common in the cultivation world, and his hopes would have been in vain.

Fortunately, his worries were unfounded as he now saw the genuine rare crystal veins before him.

And they were extremely easy to mine.

It was truly heaven’s blessing.

On the other side, the poison dragon patriarch’s expression was complex. He had spent centuries planning for this moment and had risked everything.

Seeing so many rare crystals, it was impossible not to be elated. However, none of them would benefit him; he now held his life in Lin Xuan’s hands.

The thought made the old monster disheartened. Heaven didn’t treat people like that.

Lin Xuan cared nothing for what the old monster was thinking. His sole task now was to quickly mine these rare crystals and store them in his waist pouch, then leave this unknown ice plain.

He had a bad feeling about staying here.

PS: First update of the day.

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