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第两千五百八十五章 重伤的梼杌

If it were a treasure of momentary existence, in times of great peril, it might even trigger the spatial laws inscribed on its surface, allowing it to tear through space and temporarily hide within.

As for why, Lin Xuan did not know. However, many ancient legends in the cultivation world described it this way.

There is no such thing as a calm sea without wind. Lin Xuan believed there was some truth to it.

After all, he had experienced countless battles on his own path. In various intense magical confrontations, the storage pouches of fallen cultivators generally remained intact.

Of course, there were exceptions where they got damaged, but the proportion was not high.

Thus, Lin Xuan pondered whether the treasures of Zhu Ma and the Profound Ice Ancestor survived the explosion?

He did not know for sure.

Such matters could never be resolved. Rather than wasting time on meaningless speculation, it would be better to see with his own eyes.

After all, both had met their end together; this journey posed no danger to him.

With his thoughts settled, Lin Xuan weighed the pros and cons clearly. Without hesitation, he emitted a faint green light and flew towards the location where the two old monsters had clashed.

A mere thousand miles of distance was nothing for his current speed; it took but an instant to reach.

However, what he saw along the way was shocking. The closer he got to the site of their magical confrontation, the more cracks appeared in the sky, and the ground turned into a furnace. Deep within the shattered pit, hot lava bubbled up.

The temperature in the air became bizarrely unpredictable, alternately cold and hot. When it was hot, it seemed capable of melting steel; when cold, it could freeze a person to an icy pillar in an instant.

Even ordinary people would struggle to endure such conditions, let alone weaker cultivators. Even if they were at the same stage as his, they would definitely have to use some defensive treasures. But Lin Xuan couldn't be reasoned with by common sense?

He was a dual cultivation body and had undergone numerous coincidental opportunities that made his physical strength comparable to even higher-grade monsters, perhaps even surpassing them. Therefore, despite the harsh environment, he paid no heed. He moved slowly yet swiftly, like a meteor racing across the sky.

Soon, he arrived.

The place where the two great cultivators had clashed was now unrecognizable. As the center of the explosion, it suffered the most severe damage. Space still showed some distortion and hadn't fully recovered. In the sky, remnants of shattered妖力and魔气lingered, belonging to the two fallen great cultivators. However, there wasn't a trace of primordial energy.

From time to time, sizzling sounds like electricity echoed in his ears. Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed as he saw these fine lightning bolts emerging from various space cracks. The nearby魔气was clearly much more abundant than妖力.

Wait, 魔气… Lin Xuan seemed to have discovered something, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the space gaps.

Around here, remnants of both妖力and魔气were scattered everywhere, but there was far more魔气than 妖力. But this wasn't the most important thing.

What caught Lin Xuan's attention was that some魔气seemed to be emerging from those space cracks as well.

There were two possible explanations: one, the torn gaps had connected with the Demon Realm… This was impossible; the Demon and Spirit Realms were parallel planes separated by vast distances. The spatial force alone would make it difficult for even late-stage cultivators like Elder Naelong to open such a passage.

Only with some treasure could this be possible.

Seeing is believing, Lin Xuan knew the logic behind it. Thus, there was only one remaining possibility… With that thought, his face turned grim as he waved his sleeves and summoned his命宝. A faint glow shone as dozens of pale silver flying swords emerged from his sleeve, forming a dozen sword lights a foot long that danced around him.

There were only he and no other cultivators in the vicinity, yet Lin Xuan seemed to be on high alert.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad. I didn't expect your cultivation to improve so much, but you still remain as cautious as ever in the mortal world. You truly are my archenemy."

A boastful laugh echoed in his ears, followed by a sudden gust of demon wind. A loud crackling sound filled the air as more space cracks widened. Lightning spewed from within them, but what was even more terrifying was the demon wind that sent countless魔气flying out through those nearly hundred space gaps.

After swirling around for a moment, they vanished without a trace. But in the next instant, they reappeared a thousand feet away and converged towards the center.

Aaah!

The deafening roar filled his ears as a monstrous figure began to take shape from that mass of魔气—human face, tiger paws, with an extremely ferocious appearance and gleaming fangs… Zhu Ma!

But compared to before, its size had shrunk significantly. It was no more than ten feet long; it looked only slightly larger than a common tiger.

Not just in size, the demon energy emanating from his body had also weakened considerably since then.

How could he describe it?

Weakness!

This was Lin Xuan's first impression upon seeing him.

He didn't know what secret technique Zhu Ma used to escape such dire circumstances. While his life was saved, there was no way it remained unscathed.

In fact, the price it paid was beyond imagination. With his divine sense sweeping over, not only had its size shrunk, but even its aura fluctuated wildly, as if its cultivation stage was unstable and could drop at any moment.

Clearly, the injuries Zhu Ma suffered were far worse than he imagined. Saying half of its life force was gone would be an understatement.

If it were another cultivator—human, monster, or demon—the only choice now would be to quickly find a secluded place for cultivation, take medicine and meditate to stabilize his condition. Otherwise, if his cultivation stage dropped, that would be a huge loss.

However, as one of the Four Evils, Zhu Ma's temper was notorious. Moreover, it hated Lin Xuan to an extreme. Given this chance encounter with their archenemy, no matter what, he couldn't let him go. Even if his cultivation stage dropped, he had to eliminate this opponent first.

After all, this was just a part of his body; as long as the main body remained intact, the lost cultivation could be recovered in time.

Lin Xuan didn't know what Zhu Ma was thinking or how severe its injuries were, but he showed no sign of relief. A cultivator at the Transcendence Stage should never be underestimated under any circumstances.

Indeed, misfortune can turn into fortune and vice versa. Just as he had gained numerous benefits from the Ethereal Immortal Palace, would he have to face such a significant test next?

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