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第一千九百三十五章 上古战场

Chapter 1935: Ancient Battlefield

Lin Xuan tossed a storage bag to his second元婴, who caught it without hesitation. Following that, the figure flashed and condensed into a black cloud, obscuring Lin Xuan's form as he flew towards the outside at a deceptive pace.

Relieved, Lin Xuan let out a breath. The second元婴 was himself, so with its guidance, there was no need to worry about his sisters' cultivation for now. After all, Lin Xuan had no intention of having both元婴s progress in unison; while that would make him formidable at the same level, it would be too slow.

If time permitted, such a strategy might have been acceptable, but given the current situation, there was little time to spare. Lin Xuan planned to temporarily slow down the cultivation of his second元婴 and focus all his energy on upgrading his main元婴.

While cases like his were rare in the cultivation world, they weren't uncommon when considering absolute numbers. The specific realm a cultivator belonged to was determined by the strongest among their multiple元婴s or妖丹s, with weaker ones providing support.

For instance, if any of Lin Xuan's two元婴s and one妖丹 reached the Dao玄期, he would possess the strength of a Dao玄 cultivator. His own realm was decided by the strongest among his元婴s and妖丹s.

Lin Xuan had a clear plan for what to do in the coming period, but how far he could progress remained uncertain due to unforeseen obstacles. Despite having great confidence in breaking through, the amount of time available for cultivation was still unknown.

The Eastern Sea was already in chaos, and the question now was how long it would take for the ghostly entities to breach this area. Without a proper comparison of strength between both sides, making any estimate was impossible.

In short, he could only rely on fate and try his best to enhance his power during this period. However, the composition of a cultivator's strength included more than just their realm; while it was crucial, there were multiple factors at play, allowing for challenges across levels. Lin Xuan often undertook such challenges due to his exceptional abilities and powerful talismans.

Lin Xuan had profound insights into these matters and decided to address other issues before secluding himself for cultivation. This trip had yielded rich rewards that needed immediate attention to boost his strength.

With his mind made up, he followed his plan step by step. He reached out with a hand, tapping his waist, and black light flickered as a spirit ghost bag floated in front of him. Lin Xuan pointed at it, casting a spell, and the bag opened, releasing pale white mist. The Corpse Demon appeared before him.

Its eyes were tightly shut, and its corpse aura had significantly diminished after battling the Great Whale King. Although it hadn't perished, the injuries it sustained were severe.

Lin Xuan closed his eyes and released his immensely powerful divine consciousness to scan the unconscious Corpse Demon. After nearly half an hour, he raised his head with a frown.

"Truly troublesome. The extent of its injuries is more than I imagined."

Lin Xuan's mood was naturally somewhat gloomy, but he couldn't give up. A Corpse Demon at Dao玄期 as an assistant meant a lot to him. Even if it was complicated, he would restore the Corpse Demon and just spend more time and resources.

With this thought, Lin Xuan used his divine consciousness again to carefully examine the injuries of the Corpse Demon. He then waved his sleeves and took out various materials from his须臾袋.

Lin Xuan began the complex ritual of restoration. Three months passed in a blink, during which he didn't leave the secret chamber.

Finally, at noon that day, the stone door opened with a loud rumble. Lin Xuan emerged, looking more tired than anything else on his face.

He left the Hundred Flowers Valley and turned into a streak of light, flying towards the horizon.

A few days later, Lin Xuan arrived at an uninhabited area in a strange sea. The region seemed lifeless; within a hundred miles, there was not even a trace of humans or cultivators, let alone fish or marine beasts.

The Eastern Sea was home to human,妖族, and sea races standing in equal footing, with the Nine Immortal Palace representing another major force. Over millions of years, these three tribes would inevitably clash at certain intervals, but this chaotic sea wasn't an isolated paradise either.

Occasional conflicts still erupted among them, and the place where Lin Xuan was now had once been an ancient battlefield. The exact era could no longer be determined, but it was a battle against the sea race.

In the sky and deep in the ocean, there were tens of thousands of marine cultivators. On this side of the chaotic sea, the Nine Immortal Palace led an alliance with dozens of thousands of participants.

Additionally, both sides had mobilized millions of trained human warriors who hadn't yet embarked on the path of cultivation but had practiced some body-building techniques suitable for ordinary humans.

When the battle began, blood flowed like rivers in the sky, seas, and depths. One man's success came at the cost of countless lives, and the battle was even more brutal in the spirit realm. When it ended, few survivors remained among both cultivators and human warriors, turning this area into a place of darkness.

Due to the heavy killing, despite the passage of time, the阴气here remained thick. Occasionally, ghostly entities appeared here.

This situation could have led to the formation of a 阴脉, but for some reason, despite the heavy阴气, no 阴脉had ever formed.

Thus, this area became extremely special due to its thick阴气; ordinary lifeforms couldn't survive here. However, since there was no 阴脉, it remained a place of limited use to ghostly cultivators—useless for their ghostly entities and newly sentient zombies.

Even occasional visits by ghostly cultivators were limited to the筑基 stage at most, with condensation期 cultivators viewing such places as unremarkable.

Lin Xuan had learned about this area from ancient texts and sea maps. Initially, he didn't pay much attention; while the heavy阴气from an ancient battlefield was dangerous and mysterious in human eyes, it held no value for him. He could enter and exit freely without any hindrance.

Unlike a relic sea, there were no treasures here since they would have been claimed by other cultivators over time.

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