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By this point, there was little left to discuss. Lin Xuan reached an agreement with the two individuals; they would form a tripartite alliance and first address the Linggui Sect.

The next step involved determining some finer details. However, everyone agreed on one thing: speed was of the essence. They could not afford to give the Linggui Sect any breathing room.

As the saying goes, "Opportunity knocks but once," and dragging things out would be detrimental to their own sect. After all, although the Linggui Sect lacked a leader and was in disarray, it still harbored unpredictable elements. If time were to slip away, the major cultivation families within the sect might settle matters and choose new leaders, adding unforeseen variables to this conflict.

While Lin Xuan had some confidence in facing them head-on, the losses would undoubtedly be significant. It would be much more convenient and efficient to exploit their internal contradictions instead.

Their consensus on this point made things easier. They wasted no time, issuing instructions for the disciples to rest and recuperate where they were while also safeguarding the mine veins. Lin Xuan then set off with his senior brothers and sisters towards the main base, traveling at a breakneck pace without pause.

The three, all being Spirit Cultivators of the Separated Consciousness Stage, had varying levels of power but moved swiftly in their ethereal forms. Describing them as moving like wind and lightning was apt.

In just a few days, they crossed countless mountains and rivers, returning to Cloud Concealment Sect.

Upon seeing the three senior elders return safely, the Cloud Concealment Sect cultivators were overjoyed. After all, for a sect, while the senior elders rarely intervened in daily affairs, serving as mere deterrents, their involvement was crucial during times of life and death. Their loss would be devastating to the sect.

For days, the sect had been on edge, but now that they returned safely, there was much rejoicing among the disciples. They finally lowered their guard and paid them due respect.

In response to this enthusiasm, Lin Xuan and his companions could not ignore it; they patiently reassured the disciples before summoning the leaders of the five major peaks for a detailed discussion on attacking the Linggui Sect.

Meanwhile, several thousand miles west of Cloud Concealment Sect's main base lay the notorious Ten Thousand Mountains in Baifan County. The towering peaks extended endlessly, shrouded year-round with thick miasma, making it an uninhabited and treacherous place. Even locals avoided venturing deep into these mountains due to the noxious air. Legends spoke of a connection to the Netherworld at the heart of the range, where countless malevolent spirits roamed, and even blood-sucking zombies occasionally appeared.

Despite the rare treasures and herbs found within, few dared to venture in, knowing that none returned once they ventured inside… Thus, Ten Thousand Mountains became forbidden territory. Yet, unbeknownst to most people, it was actually the main base of the Linggui Sect, one of the superpowers in Baifan County.

The so-called ghosts and zombies were merely illusions created by minor array formations. After all, what ordinary cultivators could do in this realm?

Even if ordinary cultivators ventured here, they would likely face a near-certain death. The Linggui Sect practiced ghostly arts, known for their eerie and mysterious nature. Although Baifan County was not vast within the Dragon's Lair Realm, its cultivation power was middling, but the Linggui Sect ranked first among superpowers there, giving them the right to be domineering.

However, no matter how powerful a sect might be, it faced occasional setbacks. Currently, several elders of the Linggui Sect gathered near a frigid spring, their faces filled with anxiety and even fear. The fall of the sect's leaders had placed them in dire straits, facing both internal turmoil and external threats. However, contrary to Lin Xuan’s expectations, the major cultivation families did not rush to seize power.

The reason was that while the main leaders were gone, the Zhong family still held a dominant position due to their strength. Even if other families combined forces, they could not match them. With this in mind, there was no point in fighting over anything.

Lin Xuan's plan had completely failed. However, it was understandable given the limited time and information available. Even with ample time, the Zhong family’s hidden power remained a closely guarded secret of the Linggui Sect, unknown to outsiders.

Despite his failure, Lin Xuan's strength was formidable. The battle at the mine veins had already frightened the remaining elders into submission. From their perspective, they would never dare challenge him and could only wait for the legendary powerhouse within their sect to emerge from seclusion.

The frigid spring was eerily silent as several Spirit Cultivators of the Separated Consciousness Stage seemed to hold their breaths. The atmosphere was tense. After waiting for a while, someone finally broke the silence.

A silver-haired elder spoke up: "Elder Zhong has been in seclusion for about ten thousand years!"

"Indeed, exactly ten thousand two hundred and forty years."

A robed cultivator beside him interjected.

"After so many years, I wonder how powerful Elder Zhong has become. Can he handle Lin Xuan?"

The silver-haired elder's face showed signs of fear when mentioning Lin Xuan, clearly shaken by the encounter.

"…."

The other cultivators fell silent. They had all witnessed Lin Xuan’s formidable power firsthand; none dared to challenge such a terrifying Separated Consciousness Stage cultivator. However, Elder Zhong was the father of the late sect leader and one of the most talented individuals in their lineage over the past million years. Although he did not reach the Transcendence Stage, his strength far exceeded that of ordinary Separated Consciousness Stage cultivators.

If he had not already renounced fame and cared little for it, the so-called Immortal-Devouring Old Monster would never have claimed to be the first in this realm’s Transcendence Stage. With him, ten such monsters could easily be defeated.

Over a thousand years ago, Elder Zhong had sealed himself within the Xuan Yin Cold Spring, remaining there for countless years, supposedly practicing an extremely dangerous secret technique. Although they did not know its specifics, his talent required him to rest for thousands of years. The power he wielded was beyond description.

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