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Lin Xuan's choice was not wrong; in fact, it could be said to have been very timely. As soon as Lin Xuan vanished from the horizon, two sharp screams echoed closer and closer.

A flash of dark light appeared, and two figures materialized almost simultaneously at the spot where he had stood. They shared the same face and the same gloomy expression; the only difference was in their clothing colors.

It was clear that these were none other than the mysterious youth's other two manifestations.

Shipwrecked in a ditch!

They couldn't have imagined that one of their companions would be so easily eliminated by the opponent. Although the three manifestations, with the black-robed youth as the main focus, had weaker abilities, they should not have been within the reach of ordinary Spirit Formation Stage cultivators to handle. Even if it came down to a fight and they couldn't defeat them, self-preservation shouldn't be an issue.

However, their thoughts were misguided in reality; Lin Xuan was no ordinary cultivator whose strength could be easily gauged. Perhaps he wouldn't have been able to defeat the mysterious youth, but just one of his manifestations… it was effortless for Lin Xuan to send him to the netherworld.

The other two manifestations tried to rescue their companion but were too late.

Several dozen feet away, Tian Xiaojian and the Heavenly Primordial Ancestor stood on opposite sides. Their expressions fluctuated between anger and determination. Tian Xiaojian fared better; despite the struggle, he hadn't suffered any significant injuries, though his clothes were covered in dust.

The Heavenly Primordial Ancestor, however, was not as fortunate. His face was a deep shade of green, understandable given the numerous wounds all over his body. One left arm had vanished, and there was a large wound on his abdomen, through which some unknown power had forcefully pierced him. While it wasn't a fatal injury for a cultivator, it would certainly weaken his strength.

But this wasn't his biggest challenge; what troubled him most was the opponent's sheer power, which was in an entirely different league.

Although this youth wasn't far below a Transcendence Stage powerhouse, he was not something that even one of his manifestations could handle.

That said, it wasn't entirely true either. The key issue was that this manifestation wasn’t perfect; due to the time capsule and some error during its creation, its strength had been significantly diminished.

If it were a genuine Primordial Ancestor manifestation in his place, there might have been a chance for a fight.

Could he really perish here today?

The Heavenly Primordial Ancestor pondered escape strategies.

But at that moment, the black-robed youth suddenly turned around and stared intently with bloodshot eyes. A cold killing intent flashed across his face.

"Originally, I would have given you an opportunity to surrender, but now my true form has changed its mind; both of you will die, and it won't be pretty."

Before he could finish speaking, he glanced at the blue-robed youth: "Handle that boy named Tian. Can you manage? If not, just delay him as long as possible."

"Hmph! Don’t treat me like that useless guy," the blue-robed youth's face showed signs of anger.

"Your strength is the same." The black-robed youth spoke emotionlessly and waved his hand when he saw the other wanted to argue. "Never mind; you are me, I am you. What does it matter if my true form humiliated you? I just want to remind you to be careful."

"I don’t need you to tell me that," the blue-robed youth still didn't seem too bothered.

"Hmph!"

The black-robed youth had no mood for further chatter. He emitted a burst of dark light, his heart filled with frustration as he vented all his anger on the Heavenly Primordial Ancestor. His speed was incredible; he fiercely lunged at him.

Seeing this, the Heavenly Primordial Ancestor's expression naturally worsened. He waved his hands and several法宝 flew out from his storage bracelet. Since the opponent was terrifying, he showed no hesitation in fully exerting himself.

Various colors of light intertwined, and a thunderous explosion echoed into their ears.

On the other side, the blue-robed youth gritted his teeth and lunged at Tian Xiaojian. Although their battle wasn't as intense as the one nearby, it was equally perilous.

"Ah!"

A scream suddenly echoed; the Heavenly Primordial Ancestor's manifestation was completely enveloped by the dark fog created by the black-robed youth. He struggled desperately but to no avail and soon vanished entirely.

From the start of their confrontation until his fall, it took only a dozen breaths.

Afterward, the dark fog dissipated, revealing the black-robed youth in mid-air; the Heavenly Primordial Ancestor had disappeared without a trace, as if he never appeared there.

He turned to look at the battle scene. The boy named Tian was still struggling and clearly no match for his opponent.

It seemed that he didn’t need to intervene.

Moreover, he didn't have time to linger here. Although he used ruthless means to eliminate the enemy, Lin Xuan had already fled for some time. He couldn't let him escape; he had destroyed one of his manifestations and must make him pay a price.

At the same time, several million miles away in a mysterious cave filled with dark energy, an enraged roar echoed from within: "Impossible! One of my manifestations was actually annihilated."

A robed scholar sat cross-legged in the depths of the cave, suddenly raising his head. His appearance and physique were identical to those of the fallen demon cultivator in the Ice Flame Valley, but the aura he exuded was incomparable.

It was no wonder; one was a true Ancient Demon Primordial Ancestor, while the other was merely an imperfect manifestation. How could they be the same?

They were on entirely different levels.

"Who is so bold and has such power?"

The Heavenly Primordial Ancestor was frustrated. Although it was only his manifestation and not perfect, it still caused him pain.

"Could it be that Lin Xuan?" he muttered to himself: "No, that boy just entered the Spirit Formation Stage; how could he have such strength to destroy my manifestation."

He waved his sleeve, revealing an ancient jade pupil in his hand. He sank his divine consciousness into it and looked up after a moment.

The last message from his manifestation was about going to the Ice Flame Valley where Lin Xuan's trail had been discovered. Now, however, he had fallen there. It seemed that only he could go personally.

Even if he himself took action, it would be too conspicuous. Since his manifestation had already perished, there was no other choice.

Besides, nothing is absolute; as long as he was careful, he might not attract the attention of the Great Serpent and Ice Soul Lords.

On the other side, seeing that the black-robed youth had finally moved away, a strange expression flashed in Tian Xiaojian's eyes. Suddenly, despite his previous exhaustion, he seemed to transform into a different person as he reversed his fortunes and turned the tide of battle against the blue-robed youth.

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