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Lin Xuan swept his gaze over the three figures. Three of them were at the Subtle Baby stage, and one was at the Separation stage. For a transformed entity, their strength could be considered rather formidable. After all, transformed entities enhanced their power by fusing with crystal cores, which was more difficult than cultivators advancing to higher stages.

Ultimately, they were still mere mortals who had gained the ability to contend with cultivators through cunning means.

However, cultivation itself was a path that defied nature. For transformed entities, it was even more arduous. Reaching the Separation stage was already an incredible achievement.

Yuanwu City was where transformed entities gathered. If this were any other place, such high-ranking existences would be hard to come by.

But what did it matter?

The Separation stage beings before Lin Xuan were as insignificant as ants.

Seeing that four of them had blocked his path, Lin Xuan had no patience for idle chatter. With a flick of his sleeve, several dazzling sword lights shot out.

"You... you are an Inner Profound cultivator?"

A shocked voice entered his ears. At the moment he released the sword lights, Lin Xuan revealed his true strength. Terrifying spiritual pressure spread like a tide, causing anyone enveloped by it to feel suffocated.

Although the Spirit Realm was one of the most顶级的 interfaces in the Spirit World, Inner Profound cultivators were not easily found. The few transformed entities who had blocked his path barely managed to get their heads cut off before they could even express their shock.

Lin Xuan then approached the auction table and grabbed the statue with nine heads and eighteen arms. Since he had obtained what he wanted, Lin Xuan did not linger there but flew towards the ground in a burst of green light.

Explosions echoed as the entire Yuanwu City was in utter chaos. Lin Xuan did not know why cultivators and transformed entities suddenly erupted into such a massive conflict. It mattered little to him whether it involved conspiracy or trickery, as long as it did not concern him directly.

Six months later, in the Tianshuang Prefecture of the State of Yue, in the Filth Yin Mountains.

The sky was overcast with white mist permeating the valley. However, this was not ordinary white fog; it was corpse qi. The main headquarters of the Heavenly Corpse Sect was located here.

As one of the five top-tier sects in the Tianshuang Prefecture, the Heavenly Corpse Sect had reached its zenith. Yet, like any organization, its glory could not last forever. In recent months, the Heavenly Corpse Sect faced significant troubles. Initially, transformed entities within Yue State inexplicably turned hostile towards cultivators. Someone must have incited this conflict, but the truth was now irrelevant.

The largest gathering of transformed entities was also their holy site. The attack on Yuanwu City by cultivators had reduced it to ruins, resulting in countless deaths among both humans and transformed entities. Such a grudge could not be easily resolved.

While表面上, the conflict seemed to be between cultivators and transformed entities, the Heavenly Corpse Sect dominated Yue State unchallenged. Thus, they naturally became the target of transformed entity attacks!

To be fair, although transformed entities had taken an unconventional path to cultivation, their strength still fell short compared to cultivators.

However, in the State of Yue, which valued martial prowess, the transformed entities were among the strongest.

Although they could not match cultivators, they could still cause significant damage to the Heavenly Corpse Sect alone.

A myriad of ants can devour an elephant. In just half a year, the Heavenly Corpse Sect had lost thousands of cultivators, mostly low-ranking disciples but including some at the Immortal Core and Separation stages. While this was not a fatal blow to their scale, losing so many cultivators was undoubtedly detrimental to any sect.

But what could be done? Fate had dealt them a bad hand.

Cultivators did not have the option of enduring humiliation. Sects from the Dark Path were known for their vendettas. With so many disciples slain by the Heavenly Corpse Sect, they unleashed brutal reprisals on transformed entities, escalating the conflict further.

Lin Xuan was hiding in a cave within the Filth Yin Mountains, propping his chin with his hand as he pondered Yue State's situation. The conflict between cultivators and mortals seemed suspiciously sudden and strange.

Back when Lin Xuan was in Yuanwu City, he had no idea how this conflict began.

He would not believe there was no conspiracy if someone dared to tell him otherwise.

However, the originator of this conflict remained unknown to him.

During a review of ancient texts, he discovered some clues. It was said that millions of years ago, during the Three Realms War,阴魂鬼物 had sent numerous spies to sow discord in the Spirit Realm.

Did the Ancient Demons also do the same when they invaded the Spirit Realm one million years later?

Could this current incident involve traces of the Ancient Demons and阴魂?

Lin Xuan pondered these questions.

Of course, these were mere speculations. There was no concrete evidence to support them. Sowing discord was not exclusive to the Ancient Demons and阴魂; rival sects of the Heavenly Corpse Sect could have mimicked this tactic as well.

Lin Xuan did not continue his musings. Since he had nothing to gain from such thoughts, why should he waste effort here? The Heavenly Corpse Sect's current predicament was beneficial to him. Killing more high-ranking cultivators from that sect would help accumulate contributions for his own sect.

This area was on the outskirts of the Filth Yin Mountains, still ten million li away from the main headquarters of the Heavenly Corpse Sect. Lin Xuan had been here for over a fortnight but had remained hidden, never making a move. He waited for an opportunity.

Suddenly, Lin Xuan's brows furrowed as if sensing something. He looked up.

Approximately a thousand miles away, explosions continued, and spiritual fluctuations spread far and wide. In front, a gray-white aura was desperately fleeing, while behind it, several colorful streaks of light pursued relentlessly.

Lin Xuan’s divine sense swept over the scene, his brows rising unconsciously. Finally, he had found what he was looking for.

Opportunity knocked but once. Lin Xuan immediately rose to his feet and transformed into an inconspicuous flash of green light, flying towards the location of the incident.

A thousand miles in distance, with his speed, it took mere moments to reach. In those few instants, the gray-white corpse aura was intercepted by the pursuing streaks of light.

The figure was a thin old man wearing yellow robes, appearing weak and listless. However, he was no pushover, as he was an Inner Profound cultivator.

From his emanating cold aura, it was clear that he belonged to the Heavenly Corpse Sect.

Behind him, three middle-aged men landed, each clad in armor with similar appearances. If Lin Xuan's guess was correct, they were related by blood and transformed entities.

"Three brothers of the Zhong family, do not overstep your bounds! Now we are back at our main headquarters; if you still refuse to leave, will you end up scattered like spirits?" The old man's voice echoed, but his expression betrayed fear. He was clearly a tough exterior with a weak inner core.

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