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第一千九百二十一章 东海波涛

The sound was so sharp it made teeth ache. Countless pieces of ice shattered, and the spatial node was torn apart. Finally, a passage large enough for one person to enter appeared.

Lin Xuan was overjoyed as he emitted a layer of green light all over his body before flying into the passage without hesitation.

Of course, Lin Xuan wasn't unprepared at all. He not only activated the Xuan Qing Mother-Child Shield to protect himself but also held several talismans in his palm. His combat experience was rich; who knew what kind of situation he might encounter outside? There could be people waiting for him, so he had to remain cautious.

After all, a long time had passed since the incident at Linhai City. The human territories were now under the control of ghostly entities. Lin Xuan preferred to act after careful planning, starting with the worst-case scenario.

He was fully recovered by this point.

Even if he met the ghosts on his way, although he couldn't defeat them, he might still have a chance to escape from a tough battle.

This was some unfamiliar sea territory under human control. From afar, the ocean surface shimmered with light, dotted with several islands like green gemstones, their lush vegetation making them appear beautiful and serene.

On one of these larger islands, there were quite a few cultivators gathered, numbering in the thousands. There was a marketplace on the island, naturally attracting travelers from all directions.

The cries of merchants filled the air, but something different now—tension could be felt among them. The news about ghostly entities wreaking havoc had spread throughout the three tribes, shocking the entire East Sea.

No one doubted that it was not a false rumor. The Holy City and the whale king of the sea race had already confirmed it. Red Leaf Island had fallen, with tens of thousands of cultivators losing their lives to ghostly entities. Only a few lucky ones managed to escape, including two Core Formation stage cultivators—Toxic Dragon Patriarch and White Bone True Monarch.

Although these two were notorious figures in the魔道, they possessed formidable strength, which was undeniable.

Fortunately, the mid-Core Formation Holy City Elder had still managed to break through the ghostly horde with his exceptional power, escaping. Otherwise, it would have been a significant blow to human morale.

The situation on the sea race side wasn't much better. They lost control of Beast Island as well, falling into the hands of ghosts. However, due to the whale king's bravery, the retreat was orderly despite heavy casualties. No Core Formation stage experts were among those who fell.

This news would certainly cause a stir throughout the East Sea once confirmed. The three tribes' war came to an abrupt halt. Cultivators were all in shock—would a two-world war be reignited?

How could so many ghostly entities appear out of nowhere?

The information from the whale king was overwhelming. So many ghosts couldn't just appear spontaneously.

However, mere speculation. In the East Sea cultivation world, which was relatively weak among the various spirit realms, if ghostly entities were to start a war again, it wouldn't be something they could handle alone; other realms would need to provide support.

But for ordinary cultivators, the most important thing was to ensure their survival. To increase their chances of surviving, they needed to enhance their strength as much as possible.

However, time was pressing, and cultivation itself couldn't solve immediate problems. Thus, purchasing various talismans became the fastest way to improve one's strength.

From the moment news spread, within a few hours, many cultivators flocked to nearby markets, exchanging items they no longer needed for powerful talismans in hopes of surviving this catastrophe.

Everyone had different needs—what was useless to one might be invaluable to another. This situation was quite common.

As a result, all kinds of markets in the East Sea cultivation world, whether human, sea race, or chaotic seas, were bustling with activity. Merchants and buyers moved about like ants, haggling incessantly.

"Friend, look at this Azure Dragon Inverting Whip—it's made from the spirit bones of a formed-stage jiangshu. Its power is unmatched. I got it by chance, but if my cultivation path doesn't suit me, I wouldn't part with it so easily. You can't miss out on this."

A young man in blue robes was enthusiastically recommending his treasure to passersby.

However, the other cultivator wasn't naive and wore a doubtful expression. In markets, sellers could be categorized into two types: those who had fixed shops and were long-term vendors, generally more trustworthy but possibly charging higher prices. They wouldn't sell fake goods because that would destroy their reputation.

The other type was temporary stalls set up by ordinary cultivators, who left after selling out. Fraudulent behavior wasn't surprising in such cases—after all, it was the buyer's responsibility to be discerning.

In front of him, the potential buyer looked uncertain. The item seemed decent, but the seller was only a Core Formation stage cultivator. How could he possibly obtain a treasure made from a formed-stage jiangshu? The thought sounded too far-fetched.

Wouldn't it be better to leave?

But then, above their heads, golden light flashed, followed by a loud noise and spatial distortion. A crack appeared in the vision.

"Space rift!"

The surrounding cultivators were stunned as someone shouted.

A figure fell from the rift, crashing onto one of the stalls with a thud.

The force was immense; it left a deep pit on the ground.

Caught off guard, the cultivators didn't know what to do. The stall owner screamed in horror, his goods damaged by the impact.

Just as he was about to scold the intruder, he felt an intimidating spiritual pressure. Not just him but all the other cultivators in the market showed fear on their faces. This unexpected guest was a late-stage Separation stage cultivator.

After all, this small marketplace wasn't of high rank; few Core Formation stage cultivators visited, let alone Separation stages.

A light flashed as Lin Xuan emerged from the pit.

The location he appeared at surprised him—it wasn't Red Leaf Island. This outcome hadn't been anticipated but was fortunate.

With great luck, there were no dangers here, and he could easily escape. Despite his joy, Lin Xuan remained expressionless and asked coldly, "Where am I?"

PS: Sorry for the limited update today; real-life matters are keeping me busy. Thank you all for your understanding and support. Rain will try harder after my wife's discharge from the hospital. Thanks to Soul of Helan Mountain for another generous donation of 50,000 credits. Much appreciated. I've been very busy recently, but I'll make up for it afterward. Again, thank you all.

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