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第两千九百三十七章 开山蟹

Time passed like flowing water, and before Lin Xuan knew it, another three years had slipped by.

Three years equated to over a thousand days. Though not short, this period was filled with Lin Xuan’s travels as he sought out spiritual lands where he could refine his cultivation and break through his current bottleneck. He also kept an eye out for any news on the Dark King of the Netherworld.

Unfortunately, there had been no significant progress.

This time, Lin Xuan aimed to advance into the Tribulation Transcendence stage, a feat that was far more challenging than previous bottlenecks. The requirements for spiritual lands were naturally higher as well.

Although this lost plane’s spirit veins were of decent quality, those rich in spiritual energy and blessed by divine realms had long been claimed by powerful sects and families.

Lin Xuan knew his strength was formidable, but he didn’t want to expose himself after recently provoking the Dark King of the Netherworld. Thus, it would be unwise for him to openly seek trouble with these sects and families at this moment.

He had considered sneaking into their recruitment ceremonies by concealing his cultivation level, but even though his recondite qi technique made that possible, what good would it do? A new recruit wouldn’t be assigned a prime spiritual land.

The best spirit veins were undoubtedly occupied by the sect’s top elders. This was beyond doubt. Moreover, such places were off-limits to other disciples unless summoned.

Although Lin Xuan had an 80% chance of successfully infiltrating, what would he do after that? Sneakily advancing his cultivation?

Breaking through a bottleneck wasn’t something one could achieve overnight, especially in the final stages which often attracted massive celestial omens. His identity would be exposed then.

Moreover, advancing to Tribulation Transcendence was not only difficult but dangerous, with heavenly tribulations and heart demons arriving as scheduled. Unlucky enough, even summoning an external demon might happen.

At such a moment, Lin Xuan was at his weakest. He couldn’t even muster a single defense. His abilities were severely diminished, making it uncertain whether he could protect himself if the sects and families had ill intentions.

Given Lin Xuan’s cautious nature, he was unwilling to take such risks.

The unclaimed spiritual lands were of too low quality.

With no suitable spiritual land available, Lin Xuan found himself in a difficult situation. However, he did not lose heart.

Difficulties were nothing new; since embarking on his cultivation path, countless obstacles had been overcome. Compared to previous dangers, this minor issue was hardly worth mentioning.

Man proposes, God disposes. The lost plane spanned vast areas. With diligence and effort, Lin Xuan would surely find something.

Although eager for advancement, he could afford to wait a few more days.

The sun hung high as Lin Xuan flew over the sea. The shimmering waves of blue water were beautiful, but strictly speaking, this was not an actual ocean; it resembled a large lake instead.

Despite its size and saltwater content, some called it an ocean due to its vastness. Lin Xuan paid little mind to it; with his elusiveness techniques, crossing the lake would take only two or three days.

Though there were somedemon race in the water, their presence posed no threat given his strength.

Unperturbed, he still released his divine sense habitually. Suddenly, his brows furrowed as his flight halted abruptly.

A crimson light approached from afar, while behind it, dark clouds and black qi pursued relentlessly.

Though far away, Lin Xuan could see a robed old man with white hair and beard, exuding an imposing presence. Behind him was a monstrous crab-like creature towering over a thousand feet tall, resembling a small mountain.

"Mountain-crushing Crab!"

Lin Xuan’s pupils constricted. He had only seen such creatures in ancient texts; they were long extinct in the current spiritual realm. Legend spoke of their immense strength and thick skin, comparable to an infant cultivator at the Yuanxian stage. However, with every blessing came a curse.

Despite its formidable power, this Mountain-crushing Crab did not enter the Transcendent Tribulation stage like otherdemon race after reaching the Transformation phase. It required much more stringent conditions to gain spiritual intelligence, needing to transform into a human form as a great demon.

However, even if the Mountain-crushing Crab was exceptionally gifted, advancing to the Tribulation stage would be no easy feat.

The crab before him was extraordinary; its spiritual pressure indicated it was at the late Formation Stage. In terms of cultivation level, it was on par with Lin Xuan.

Honestly speaking, such a grade of Mountain-crushing Crab was rare.

Lin Xuan turned his gaze to the fleeing old man, whose cultivation was also at the late Formation Stage. Although their levels were similar, his strength was slightly inferior.

Seeing Lin Xuan, he was overjoyed.

"Friend, please assist me. I will certainly reward you handsomely."

The robed old man shouted loudly and stopped running. He turned around, raised his right hand, and instantly summoned a ring-shaped treasure that grew to the size of a house before slamming it at the crab.

Unfazed, the Mountain-crushing Crab lifted its front claws, and black light flashed as it struck back against the opponent’s treasure.

Boom!

The explosion echoed in Lin Xuan's ears. The waves surged over a hundred feet high, causing palpitations. Two late Formation Stage beings fighting was no trivial matter.

Lin Xuan frowned but did not act rashly. The old man and the crab fought fiercely, but he was clearly at a disadvantage.

"Friend, why are you still hesitating? I promised substantial rewards."

The voice reached Lin Xuan’s ears; the old man seemed anxious. Although Lin Xuan had used disguise techniques to change his appearance, he did not hide his cultivation level. If they joined forces, they would surely defeat the Mountain-crushing Crab.

Lin Xuan sighed and changed his mind. He flicked his sleeve, and a fiery red divine sword flew out from his sleeve. The Nine Palaces Sword was too conspicuous for such a minordemon race; a random treasure would suffice.

Seeing Lin Xuan join the battle, the old man breathed a sigh of relief. He shook his hand and threw a transparent, fist-sized orb at the opponent.

"Quickly!"

Lin Xuan pointed his finger, and the fiery red divine sword instantly grew to over a hundred times its size before fiercely slashing towards the opponent.

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