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第两千八百七十九章 仙石与真灵傀儡

Sigh...

Lin Xuan sucked in a cold breath. The Transcendence Period was indeed formidable, far surpassing his expectations.

His shock was mingled with relief. As an ancient demon, the Heavenly Primordial Ancestor likely possessed strength comparable to this Illusory Thousandfold True Immortal. His success on Penglai Immortal Island against such a powerful opponent was purely due to good fortune and luck.

However, luck was fickle. While he had been fortunate in his battle with the Heavenly Primordial Ancestor, the current situation might not offer similar opportunities.

In other words, while luck could influence the outcome of a battle, ultimately, one's true strength mattered most at critical moments.

The Transcendence Period was difficult to contend with.

Lin Xuan felt exasperated. Yet, his resolve only hardened as he released an even more intense aura of killing intent. The more challenging the opponent, the more determined he was to eliminate them. Otherwise, such a formidable adversary would leave him and Cloud Concealment Sect in constant peril.

However, his usual tactics seemed insufficient to breach this opponent's defenses. It appeared that only one thing could do: his trump card.

Indeed, Lin Xuan still had a secret weapon at his disposal. This was why he dared face the Transcendence Period monster; from the start, he was confident in his ability to remain invincible.

With myriad thoughts swirling through his mind, Lin Xuan no longer hesitated. With a wave of his sleeve, an inch-long jade box flew out.

At first glance, there seemed nothing amiss, but a禁制符箓 was affixed to the lid.

Lin Xuan raised his right hand and pointed it forward. A snap echoed in his ears as the talisman ignited on its own. The lid was pushed up by some unseen force, revealing a true spirit puppet.

Of course, this puppet remained minuscule, barely an inch tall from any angle.

Even from the dense fog, Thousand Illusions Senior Demon could see it clearly but failed to discern what it was for a moment.

The myriad arts of cultivation were vast and profound. Puppetry techniques, though versatile, were rarely mastered by high-ranking cultivators due to their rarity. What puppet could be useful in Transcendence-level battles? Hence, Thousand Illusions Senior Demon's inability to recognize the puppet made sense.

For a while, the old demon was bewildered!

Then his astonishment turned into a cold smile: "Foolish fellow, using puppetry for such a battle... you will soon realize how profoundly mistaken you are."

As he spoke, he waved his hands, preparing some formidable secret technique. Lin Xuan wanted to decide this battle's outcome and victory; so did Thousand Illusions Senior Demon.

At初级Divine Consciousness stage, it was already challenging enough. If this youth advanced to Transcendence one day, would he still be able to handle him?

Thus, confronting Lin Xuan was a desperate gamble. No living mouth could be left behind; otherwise, there would be endless trouble.

Who would ultimately control the outcome of this battle remained uncertain until the very end.

The true spirit puppet had already been summoned. Then, three crystal stones, about the size of apricot kernels, appeared from Lin Xuan's sleeve. Their light flickered in hues of red, yellow, and blue, emanating a mysterious force.

"What is this..."

Illusory Thousandfold True Immortal paused his actions, his expression shocked. As an old monster at Transcendence level, his experience defied common sense.

After a moment of shock, he recognized the stones: "Elixir Stones! You are using Elixir Stones... and you have three!"

Elixir Stones were naturally rare; they should not exist in this world. Yet, by sheer coincidence, some could occasionally be found in top-grade Spirit Veins.

Still, their rarity was astronomical, mostly appearing as waste products. Lin Xuan had seen such stones before but never obtained one.

Transcendence was impressive, but he was still at the early stage. Most treasures like these fell into the hands of mid- or late-stage cultivators.

Elixir Stones were objects of his envy; he longed for one but could not get it. This youth had three in hand.

If not for witnessing this with his own eyes, Thousand Illusions Senior Demon would never have believed such a thing. A mere初级Divine Consciousness cultivator was so wealthy.

It was almost supernatural.

His shock turned to envy, then greed. Eliminate that Lin Xuan and all his wealth would be his.

The expression on the Illusory Thousandfold True Immortal's face twisted into a grimace. But before he could act, Lin Xuan pointed at him first. As he moved, the three differently colored crystal stones shrank rapidly in size, turning into tiny grains of rice within moments.

Though their volume had shrunk, the latent divine energy remained unchanged and seemed almost alive, flying towards the true spirit puppet like a meteor.

Puff...

A dull sound echoed as the three Elixir Stones were completely absorbed by the puppet. It was as if they were one entity.

Boom!

The previously flickering sky suddenly darkened. The heavens turned pitch black, with silver lightning dancing like wild dancers, piercing through the oppressive darkness.

The tiny true spirit puppet vanished. Now, a terrifying pressure descended from the sky above him.

This pressure was formidable; even Thousand Illusions Senior Demon felt slightly breathless in that moment.

Was this really a puppet? How could it seem like a true spirit had arrived?

His face contorted with worry and regret for his carelessness. Seeing Elixir Stones, he should have sensed the power behind them. He never imagined it would reach such a level.

What now?

The old demon was truly panicking. Lin Xuan was hard to handle; even his avatar was troublesome. Now, an unexpected puppet had appeared.

Facing three opponents with one, could he really hold his own?

Though proud, the old demon's confidence wavered in this situation.

High-level combatants only needed a hair's breadth of advantage.

His hesitation, though brief, allowed him to do much for such powerful beings. Lin Xuan waved his sleeve again, and the Devouring Spirit Sword appeared, its green light glaring.

As he drank a drop of ten-thousand-year-old spirit milk, he swung his sword with all his might.

Boom!

Four spiritual shadows—Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise—emerged simultaneously. They converged in the middle, forming a milky-white light ball that shot forward.

Though only a yard wide, this light ball emitted an intimidating pressure, like a meteorite crashing down towards the front.

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