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第两千三百一十二章 宝蛇始祖与天元圣祖

Lin Xuan did not know this, but given the current situation, the farther he could run, the better. @So@m@Dream@.com

Four thousand miles were nothing to him; they couldn't help him escape from danger. Lin Xuan had planned this since the beginning and kept moving continuously.

Although the Phantom Escape consumed a great deal of magical power, his current strength was far beyond what it was when he first mastered this technique. With his profound magical power, he could easily teleport ten times or more without any problem. Moreover, he still held a thousand-year-old spirit milk in his hand, and his body's strength surpassed that of an Elementary Stage妖族, making it possible for him to sustain continuous movement.

Thus, Lin Xuan dared not use a random teleportation talisman; he was confident that he could escape from the other party.

A moment later, a tea-cup’s worth of time passed by.

The desolate plain before his eyes remained deserted. A flash of light appeared in some void space, and Lin Xuan emerged mid-air with a slightly pale face.

To be on the safe side, he continuously used Phantom Escape dozens of times, even consuming a drop of thousand-year-old spirit milk during this process. As a result, he had at least traveled ten million li away from his original position.

Even for such an existence as Yan Ran, covering that distance would not take too long.

However, he was now out of the other party's divine sense coverage.

The other party could no longer pinpoint his location. If they wanted to pursue him, it would be like trying to catch a needle in the sea.

Since he had changed direction several times during the use of Phantom Escape, Lin Xuan himself did not know where exactly he was now.

How could that ancient demon patriarch find him with his omnipotent abilities?

Lin Xuan's prediction was correct.

The mysterious youth remained motionless, still hovering in mid-air at his original position. His eyes were tightly closed, and the demonic eye on his forehead had also shut.

After a long while, he finally opened his eyes again.

"Such a cunning boy! There's no trace of him within two million li. It seems this guy is not only a Five Spirit Root body but has also cultivated some extraordinary body refinement techniques. His physical strength actually doesn't fall short of that of his peers in the same stage, otherwise, even an Advanced Stage cultivator could never continuously use Phantom Escape."

The mysterious youth raised his head, his face filled with intense heat. This boy's body was tailor-made for him; if he could take over this body, regaining his former divine powers would be almost certain.

Unfortunately, not only had his magical power dropped to the Elementary Stage, but his divine sense had also suffered significant damage. Therefore, he couldn't lock onto the other party's whereabouts. Otherwise, how could he let him leave?

"Alright, if my guess is correct, this boy should be here in the Holy Realm searching for a Spirit Fragment Pill. Although these materials are insignificant to me, an ordinary cultivator from outside would find it difficult to gather them all. Thus, I can infer that he will stay in the Holy Realm for a hundred years or more.

Hmph, you won't escape this time, little guy. Next time we meet, you'll obediently wait to be taken over..."

A loud laugh entered his ears as the mysterious youth's aura grew fierce. He then transformed into a black light ball and shot off towards the distance.

He couldn’t afford to linger here; otherwise, those old monsters would never let him go after discovering that he had escaped their control.

This was an expansive icy plain, far from the Lone Soul Desert. Snowflakes as big as goose feathers fell, creating a scene of white and silver splendor.

Looking into the distance, this place was also sparsely populated, but demonic energy permeated everywhere, as if the entire world, even the ice layers themselves, released faint traces of demonic power.

Not only was it dense but also pure.

Clearly, the entire icy plain was covered in top-grade meridians.

Although the Demon Realm was vast, such places were rare.

Logically, major factions should fight fiercely to claim this precious land.

However, precisely the opposite occurred. Few ventured into this icy plain.

Even high-ranking Spirit Fragment Stage demon races had to detour when they needed to pass through here.

They weren’t just lazy; there was a master in this icy plain. At its core, there were magnificent buildings like琼楼玉宇 (jade pavilions).

Ice Soul Patriarch resided here.

This Ice Soul Wasteland was her palace. Any demon race with the胆量 (courage) to come here would be met with certain death.

However, an unexpected guest did arrive today.

She not only entered the depths of this icy wasteland but even disregarded the Ice Soul Patriarch's palace as if it were nothing. She entered without being summoned and directly stepped into the inner chambers.

It was like a friend dropping by for a visit.

Indeed, the outer defenses meant nothing to her until she reached the heart of the palace, where she was finally stopped.

As she stepped through the entrance of one hall,

Roar!

Without any warning, an overwhelming aura burst forth.

It was indescribable; just this aura seemed to encompass and grind everything into dust.

If someone else were in her place, they might have fallen to their knees or even spat out blood before being pushed out of the palace.

However, the unexpected guest ignored it all, treating that terrifying aura as if it were a gentle breeze, feeling nothing at all.

"Impossible!"

An astonished voice entered his ears. Light flashed from deep within the hall, and an elderly man in a scholar's robe appeared. He was quite handsome, but this was merely superficial; Lin Xuan would have been shocked if he had been here because although his appearance changed, the aura emitted by this man was identical to that of the ancient demon soul he destroyed on Penglai Mountain.

And that soul’s original body was a powerful old monster at the level of a True Demon Primordial Patriarch.

"Eh, Tianyuan, you're actually here. Could it be that you've joined Ice Soul Sister?"

An astonished voice entered his ears as the unexpected guest finally revealed her true form—a very beautiful woman in her twenties, but with a hint of ferocity on her face.

"Great Serpent Lord, it's Mi!"

The elderly man in the scholar’s robe was taken aback before he knelt down.

"Tianyuan, you are also a True Demon Primordial Patriarch; there's no need for such formalities," Great Serpent's voice entered his ears, laced with temptation. Of course, she wasn't intentionally doing this; it had to do with the cultivation method she practiced.

"Great Serpent Lord is jesting; you are the True Demon Primordial Patriarch, and my status cannot compare to yours."

The elderly man in the scholar’s robe was filled with respect. His words were not empty talk.

Although they were both True Demon Primordial Patriarchs, the gap between a True Demon Primordial Patriarch and an ordinary one could not be measured. Even if he had only just undergone the tribulation initiation, his strength would still fall far short of that of a True Demon Primordial Patriarch. He knew this well; how could he dare to act rashly?

"Tianyuan, you haven't answered my question yet. Why are you here? Could it be that with your status as a True Demon Primordial Patriarch, you're serving Ice Soul Sister?"

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