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第两千九百七十五章 玄武真灵砚与灵诀鼎

Fortune and misfortune are interdependent; misfortune harbors fortune. The ancients did not deceive me.

Lin Xuan's face was as gloomy as a storm cloud!

However, with the situation at hand, fretting and worrying were useless. The heavenly tribulation would soon descend. The pressing matter now was to find a way to pass this test.

Thoughts raced through Lin Xuan’s mind while his actions did not slow down. He flicked his sleeve, and an jade bottle flew out.

He uncorked the bottle, and a refreshing fragrance wafted out.

A ten-thousand-year-old spirit nectar!

Of course, it was a precious item refined by the blue Star Sea.

Even for cultivators of Lin Xuan's level, drinking several drops could quickly replenish their depleted magical energy.

Originally meant to be used in combat, but after just breaking through his cultivation bottleneck, he had managed to overcome the challenge with good fortune. However, the loss of magical energy was significant during this process.

If the heavenly tribulation were to descend a few days later, Lin Xuan could naturally recover by meditating and adjusting his breath. But now, time was pressing.

With no other choice, Lin Xuan swallowed the ten-thousand-year-old spirit nectar.

This item was invaluable, but consuming too much had its downsides. However, in this moment, he couldn't care less; after all, his life was paramount.

The pressing matter at hand was to endure this terrifying heavenly tribulation. Other matters could be considered later.

There is a time and place for everything, just as the saying goes.

Lin Xuan's response was swift. The spatial aura of magical energy rapidly gathered around him.

Even the array set by the Arrogant Demon King had no effect; the might of heaven and earth had its own profound laws.

Lin Xuan raised his head to gaze at the distant sky, where clouds roiled ominously. What was even more terrifying was that all the primordial qi in the vicinity suddenly became chaotic, converging towards him with frenzied intensity.

Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed as he watched the primordial qi and cloud merge into a bizarre vortex.

The diameter exceeded ten thousand feet, deep beyond sight, emitting an aura of laws within it.

"Ah!"

Lin Xuan sighed. The ancient texts were indeed not in vain; if the heavenly tribulation descended quickly, its power would be unimaginable. Although he had yet to face the test, Lin Xuan's keen eyesight told him that for ordinary cultivators, the chance of surviving this was less than one percent.

One percent was far worse than a near-death experience—basically a death sentence.

However, fear did not cloud his expression.

He wasn't an ordinary cultivator; others might struggle to pass, but he had different circumstances.

Of course, it was still extremely perilous. No room for complacency.

Thoughts racing through his mind, Lin Xuan took a deep breath and flicked his sleeve again. A small, flat talisman emerged from his sleeve, resembling an inkstone.

At first glance, there was nothing extraordinary about it, but upon closer inspection, its ancient design and intricate patterns revealed their profound nature.

The True Spirit of the Black Tortoise Inkstone, obtained from Snowflake Saint Ancestor, wasn't aprimordial treasure, but its quality and power were commendable.

Facing this heavenly tribulation, he first deployed his defensive talisman. From any angle, this approach was flawless.

But Lin Xuan's methods went beyond that.

He opened his mouth, and a thick green mist emerged from it.

This green mist was dense, and more astonishingly, it seemed to contain something small within.

As it left his mouth, it rapidly expanded, then the green mist dispersed, revealing an ancient tripod.

Ancient and elegant, evoking a sense of nostalgia.

The Spirit Formula Tripod!

Such items were unheard of for ordinary spirit-stage cultivators. Lin Xuan's strength far surpassed that of his peers due to not only his thick magical energy but also his extensive knowledge and sharp talismans.

With these two treasures in hand, although he wasn't completely at ease, his expression had improved noticeably, exuding a hint of confidence.

No matter how terrifying the heavenly tribulation was, after all the storms on his journey as a cultivator, this challenge would surely be overcome.

Just as that thought crossed his mind, an awe-inspiring rumbling echoed in his ears. Lin Xuan looked up and saw blinding flames.

Fireballs rained down from above, targeting the peak where he stood.

These fireballs varied in size, but even the smallest were over ten feet in diameter, their impact shocking.

As for their number, it was beyond counting; thousands upon thousands were not an exaggeration.

"Whoosh..."

Lin Xuan sucked in a cold breath.

Although he had prepared for this heavenly tribulation's severity, its sudden ferocity still caught him off guard.

But despite the shock, his actions remained swift and fluid. His right hand raised, pointing forward: "Quickly!"

The True Spirit of the Black Tortoise Inkstone emitted a flash of light, then began to spin rapidly.

Its diameter expanded to over ten feet, concealing Lin Xuan's form. This was not all; black fog spewed from it, spreading outwards and filling the air with ink fragrance.

As the fog churned, it formed into a dense layer, with countless character-shaped talismans appearing on its surface. These characters flashed in the wind, transforming into sharp swords to meet the fireballs head-on.

Attacking was the best defense; while these mystical sword energies might not fully block the fireballs' attacks, they could certainly weaken them.

Boom!

The next moment, the swords clashed with the fireballs, and an explosion reverberated across the heavens.

Though powerful, the True Spirit of the Black Tortoise Inkstone did not achieve its intended effect. The fireballs were only slightly weakened as they continued to rain down upon him.

"Bad!"

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted. At this rate, even the main body of the True Spirit of the Black Tortoise Inkstone might struggle to block them all.

Lin Xuan felt a chill run down his spine, sensing an immense threat.

If he were hit by these fireballs, while not certain death, severe injury was inevitable.

In panic, Lin Xuan raised his right hand and drew a circle in front of him. A spell formula shot out from his fingertips.

Puff...

A muffled sound echoed as the Spirit Formula Tripod emitted an intense glow, enveloping Lin Xuan in a blue light barrier.

The entire process took only an instant to complete.

Thus, he could withstand it!

Lin Xuan muttered under his breath, confident in the power of the heavenly treasure. However, at that moment, something incredible happened.

Sizzle!

The incoming fireballs suddenly halted, then one by one, fiery birds were conjured forth.

These birds varied in size, but even the smallest were over ten feet long. More astonishingly, these birds had nine heads each, their appearance terrifying to behold.

PS: I arrived home last night and intended to resume normal updates today, but after three days without writing, I found myself struggling to get into the rhythm. Today's update will be a single chapter; tomorrow, I'll make it up for you. Sorry about that.

Additionally, there's an important matter.

It seems everyone has been using Weibo for a while now. Today, I applied for one as well. Please follow me! My Weibo address is http://u/3271305002. "Phantasm Rain" was already taken, so I had to use "A Hundred Refinements into Immortality Phantasm Rain." Please follow me, Fellow Daoists; my Weibo just opened and has no followers yet. It's so pitiful! (To be continued.) If you like this work, please give it a thumbs up or a monthly vote; your support is the greatest motivation for me.

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