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第两千一百二十八章 尚未脱险

The ancient demon's face showed a sinister expression.

With the grudge-holding nature of the Demon Sect, he naturally couldn't let Lin Xuan go. It seemed necessary to take personal action now.

At the same time, on another side.

The sky was somewhat dim, and this was an uninhabited wasteland. Suddenly, lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a space that became blurry. A teleportation array-like object appeared out of nowhere.

Wu…

A buzzing sound grew louder. As time passed, it took only a few breaths for the teleportation array to become clear.

Then Lin Xuan materialized in mid-air.

He shook his head, and the slight dizziness vanished.

Lin Xuan immediately released his divine sense with heightened alertness. There was nothing amiss nearby, so he relaxed slightly.

A random teleportation talisman, as its name suggests, had no directional function. Thus, Lin Xuan didn't know where he was now.

How far away from the Heavenly Corpse Sect's main headquarters was this place? Had he already escaped danger?

These were urgent questions that needed answers.

With these thoughts in mind, Lin Xuan released his divine sense again and extended it as far as possible.

Soon, he raised his head. His entire body emitted a green glow, which shot forward.

Lin Xuan's speed of flight was astonishing; the two thousand miles or so distance took only an instant.

In a field strewn with rocks, over ten cultivators gathered, standing distinctly apart. From their attire, this should be two small sects or families.

A pair of young men and women stood in the center, both no more than seventeen to eighteen years old. They were engaged in fierce combat, one wielding a flying sword while the other used a short spear.

Others watched with excitement, pointing and gesturing.

Clearly, this wasn't a life-or-death battle but merely a display of skill.

Unfortunately, their cultivation levels weren’t impressive; most hadn’t even reached Foundation Establishment stage.

A powerful realm was always composed of cultivators from various stages. Low-stage cultivators far outnumbered high-stage ones.

Both were at the Sixth Layer of the Flexible Spirit Stage, and their spiritual artifacts' qualities were similar. It would take some time to determine a winner.

Meanwhile, representatives from both sides were discussing endlessly behind them.

This scene was not unfamiliar to Lin Xuan; it likely involved two small families bringing their disciples for skill practice.

He had already flown here, but the cultivators’ low strength left no one suspicious until a cold snort sounded. A terrifying spiritual pressure descended from above.

Of course, this terror was relative. In reality, Lin Xuan had already toned down his aura to less than one-tenth of its original power. Otherwise, these young cultivators would have been unable to bear it.

But even so, in their eyes, he remained unfathomable. They had never seen such a high-stage cultivator before.

In an instant, everyone was at a loss, unsure how to handle the situation.

"Where are we?" Lin Xuan swept his gaze over them with a neutral expression but a tone filled with authority.

The cultivators quickly reacted and prostrated themselves in reverence.

"Senior, this is the Wrecked Rock Wasteland," said an elderly man with a red face as he bowed. He was at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, the highest among the dozen or so cultivators, making him the one who had to speak.

"Wrecked Rock Wasteland?" Lin Xuan rubbed his forehead. The name seemed familiar, but he couldn't recall it immediately.

"Is there a map around here?"

"Yes."

Facing such an incomparably powerful senior, the elderly man didn’t hide anything and quickly reached into his waistband, presenting him with a jade cylinder.

Lin Xuan sank his divine sense into it.

Soon, his expression turned grim. No wonder he felt familiar; this place was only thirty million miles from the Profound Yin Mountains.

Although it seemed far, his trail had been marked by a Core Formation cultivator. At that stage, crossing such a distance wouldn’t take much time.

Damned!

Could it be that the random teleportation talisman was merely of the lowest quality and could only transmit a short distance? To escape danger, he still had a long way to go.

Lin Xuan sighed. There was no time for lamenting; he needed to leave as soon as possible.

With this thought, his sleeve flapped, and a beam of light shot out: Plop, something seemed to land. Then Lin Xuan's voice entered their ears: "This jade cylinder is mine."

Before the words were fully spoken, green light enveloped him, and everyone felt as if their eyes were momentarily blinded. Lin Xuan vanished without a trace, almost like a ghost.

The cultivators stared in shock. Thisevasion technique seemed too incredible.

The young disciples, stunned, were filled with excitement. They had just entered the cultivation world not long ago, and today they witnessed Lin Xuan's might. When would they be able to become such powerful cultivators?

Only the elderly man with a red face showed a look of disappointment. He was far past his dreaming years; the path to immortality was long, and few could travel that far.

He lowered his head but soon shouted excitedly: "Top-grade spiritual artifact! This is a top-grade spiritual artifact."

The other party had left behind something in exchange for the jade cylinder, but he never imagined it would be so rare—a top-grade spiritual artifact. Such things were almost legendary to him.

The old man's expression of disappointment vanished, replaced by joyous dancing. He was immensely grateful to that unknown senior.

Meanwhile, Lin Xuan was already ten thousand miles away. His speed of flight was astonishing; the spirit formation cultivar would be even more formidable. If his calculations were correct, the other party would definitely take personal action this time.

What should he do?

How could he escape?

Although skilled in over-level challenges, Lin Xuan wasn’t arrogant enough to believe he could single-handedly face a spirit formation cultivar.

He had some self-awareness and chose to flee without hesitation.

But how could he escape? As he flew, Lin Xuan pondered. The simplest solution was to return to the main headquarters of Cloud Concealment Sect. Since both sides were already at odds, if he returned, that ancient demon would only be able to stare in anger—what could he do?

However, this wasn’t realistic; it was too far away. Even with full-speed flight, it would take a few days or weeks to return, and by then, the ancient demon would have caught up.

He had to think of another plan.

Lin Xuan desperately thought but found no easy solution in moments. The sky was already noon when Lin Xuan suddenly felt something and raised his head. About ten thousand miles behind him, an aura was rapidly approaching.

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