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第两千九百五十七章 无解的难题

Since he had figured out the trickster's plot, this fellow was now a caged bird and a fish in a net—no way to escape his clutches.

Lin Xuan sneered: "Do you think that by extracting my soul and refining it, your end will be any better? Have you considered what lies ahead?"

"Lin Xuan has already explained the situation clearly. Fellow Daoist, there's no need for you to remain a confused ghost with all these doubts. Will you now willingly hand over your life to me?"

Lin Xuan's voice was as calm and composed as the wind: "Boy, don't get too smug. Even if I am a ghost, I won't let you off."

The scorpion monster's face was full of venom. At this point, he knew that all his scheming had been in vain; his fate was sealed.

"Hmph, what use is your defiance?" Lin Xuan's cold voice echoed, showing no concern for the threat. Facing the Dark King of the Netherworld, he dared to snatch food from a tiger's mouth. What did this mere wraith matter?

Moreover, with him in one's grasp, even if he wanted to become a ghost, it was wishful thinking.

Before Lin Xuan could finish speaking, he acted swiftly. The scorpion monster didn't move any slower; though transformed into a magical insect, he was a shrewd character. Seeing no chance of escape, his eyes flashed with determination.

Without further ado, his figure suddenly swelled, and the air around him shimmered with energy.

"Wanting to self-destruct?" Lin Xuan's vast knowledge showed in his face as it turned grim at this sight.

"You brat, even if I can't defeat you, I won't let you have your way. Wanting to capture me alive and use soul-searching techniques to find a way out? Don't dream of it. You will be trapped here forever until the end of your days in this nightmare desert."

In just an instant, the scorpion monster's size had increased several times over, his maniacal laughter echoing.

Lin Xuan was about 100 feet away from him; there wasn't enough time to stop him now. Unless he could break through spatial rules without any hindrance, which a mere one-transcendence cultivator couldn't achieve.

The scorpion monster felt triumphant. Even if he failed, Lin Xuan wouldn't be the victor either. He was certain that this detestable fellow would die trapped in the desert.

But just as he thought this, a pair of hands suddenly emerged from the surrounding void and grabbed his soul.

A terrifying force emanated from those fingers; he felt all his strength vanish.

Not only couldn't he self-destruct, but he couldn't even move.

How was this possible?

With full curiosity, using his last bit of strength, he turned to see that detestable brat standing beside him. Wasn't it his hand holding him tightly now?

In an instant... no, not instantly; rather, completely disregarding spatial rules—this wasn't something even a teleportation spell could achieve.

Did the other party already master space laws?

How was this possible?

The magical insect's realm might be hard to gauge, but its strength surely surpassed that of ordinary one-transcendence cultivators. He knew well that controlling such laws required old monsters at the tribulation stage.

Space rules were notoriously difficult and profound; how could a mere one-transcendence cultivator master them?

Apart from astonishment, his reluctance was even more pronounced.

But no matter how reluctant he was, failure was still failure—something he couldn't change.

After that scene, Lin Xuan had no interest in wasting words. He directly extracted the soul and refined it.

This wasn't to torment him; Lin Xuan hadn't become bored enough for that. Rather, as suspected by the scorpion monster, Lin Xuan wanted to glean useful clues from his soul—such as how to leave this desert.

Facing such an eerie illusionary restriction, there was nothing he could do but hope that as a local, the scorpion monster knew exactly how to escape. After all, it had lived here for countless eons; he should know the way out.

However, this was just speculation. In the world of cultivators, things were often unpredictable.

After about a cup of tea's time, Lin Xuan released his grip. His face was dark with disappointment. The scorpion monster's soul had been thoroughly searched, leaving him in tatters.

But he still hadn't found what he wanted.

At this point, the other party couldn't seal memories through spells.

However, to Lin Xuan's frustration, there were no clues about how to leave the desert in his memory.

Just as he had suspected, these scorpions were indeed native to this place. The scorpion monster was the strongest among them; by chance, it gained sentience but that was all.

The existence of this desert far predated the scorpions. After gaining sentience, the scorpion monster had also tried leaving but failed every time.

Over countless millennia, no matter which direction it went, it couldn't leave. Every time the entrance to Lingyun Valley opened, cultivators would accidentally or by chance enter the desert.

But none survived; once inside, they were inevitably killed by the scorpion monster and its minions. They became food for the scorpions.

The other party's memory was genuine. Lin Xuan's face contorted with frustration.

He had thought this desert was tough to navigate but never imagined it would be so inescapable—no cultivator had ever left once inside.

Would he, too, be trapped forever until his lifespan expired? This strange place might or might not offer a chance to transcend the primordial energy tribulation and extend his life. He couldn't say for sure.

Such an outcome was utterly unacceptable.

Since embarking on the path of cultivation, Lin Xuan had faced countless challenges—icy spirits, Dark King of the Netherworld—but he could escape them. But now, before him, he was at a loss.

The problem he faced was getting lost; no matter how clever his plans, it seemed not even sheer strength could solve this.

Of course, if one were truly as powerful as an Immortal or True Demon Ancestor, they could use their domain to either break the illusionary array in the desert or tear through space and leave. Lin Xuan believed such power would be enough.

The issue was that while they might succeed, he didn't have that kind of ability.

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