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第两千九百九十二章 真灵之体(下)

In the primordial age, when the混沌初开, the world was still a vast expanse of nothingness.

Grayish space crackled with the might of heaven and earth. Lightning and fiery bolts roamed freely in this chaotic void.

Zzzz...

A bolt of lightning-fire slashed through the sky, striking a withered branch that burst into flames.

From the heart of that bolt emerged a monstrous creature with nine heads.

With four wings and six legs, it exuded an air of superiority as it moved.

This was the primordial phoenix.

Over countless eons, it inhaled and exhaled, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon. It grew larger and stronger.

...

Suddenly, the scene before him shifted. A million years had passed. The world was no longer chaotic but still devoid of cultivators. However, strange creatures that were unknown to modern times now roamed the three realms.

These beasts were much larger than their contemporary counterparts: a giant ape towering over a hundred feet tall; rats as large as oxen; and serpents with three heads coiled like mountains.

Primordial monsters!

Even in ancient texts, few records of them existed. In the world of cultivation, only vague legends remained.

It was said that these creatures had existed for longer than cultivators themselves.

Not only were they massive, but many possessed extraordinary talents. If resurrected today, even great sages would not dare to underestimate them.

Kwak!

The primordial phoenix's cry echoed as it fought with a giant serpent with three heads.

This phoenix was much stronger than in the beginning of creation, yet still had not produced true spirit flames.

Each head of the serpent could wield different types of divine arts. With its immense strength and thick hide, the phoenix found itself in a tough battle.

The fight lasted for three days and nights before the phoenix emerged victorious.

But it was hardly unscathed; it was nearly covered in wounds.

Pecking through the corpse, the primordial phoenix discovered round balls the size of dragon eyes in each head. Without hesitation, it devoured these, then found a place to rest and recover its power.

...

Such battles were not uncommon in the primordial age. Various strange and powerful creatures roamed freely. While there were no cultivators back then, the world was still perilous. The phoenix often hunted these ancient beasts but also became prey itself on several occasions.

After much hardship, it finally survived to tell the tale.

Lin Xuan, though an observer, felt a profound connection as he witnessed all this. Many reflections!

The old saying that "heaven does not drop pies" was indeed true. Whether for his own path or for the primordial phoenix, becoming a true spirit required immense effort and hardship.

...

But Lin Xuan was more than just an observer. As he experienced these events firsthand, the phoenix's knowledge and experiences were absorbed into his mind, transforming into his own.

This was the magic of true spirit flames: passing down memories from one generation to another in this manner yielded the best results.

...

The scene before him changed again.

After countless efforts and twists and turns, the primordial phoenix finally produced true spirit flames. It had achieved perfection and became a powerful true spirit.

The exact duration of these events was hard to calculate.

At that time, it was still the primordial age, but cultivators had finally appeared on the scene. The ancient beasts were fewer in number; survival of the fittest was nature's choice.

While the ancient beasts were formidable, they also had weaknesses: their massive size made it difficult to find food, and their low intelligence left them far behind even ordinary demons when compared to humans.

Thus, these creatures gradually faded away, becoming increasingly rare in the world of cultivation.

The world of cultivation at that time was vastly different from what Lin Xuan knew. The three realms were still forming, but the environment for cultivation was much better than today. While not everywhere was teeming with spirit herbs and divine materials, various cultivation resources could be found easily.

Spirit energy was abundant; the quality and quantity of spirit veins far exceeded current standards.

What amazed him even more was that during this era, resources were plentiful, and prodigies emerged like stars in the sky.

Cold Immortal, Flower Fairy, Asura...

Solitary Wild Goose, Li Yutong, and Nai Long...

Countless names came to mind. Some he had never heard of, while others were household names.

It turned out that the three Loose Immortals and the three demon kings already existed back then.

The true demons like Treasure Snake and Frost Soul also made their debut in this era.

Lin Xuan was filled with emotion. The path of cultivation was forged by them; the eight stages of refinement had been gradually perfected through their efforts.

The primordial phoenix did not merely observe from a distance. It had battled some of the best, even being slain by Li Yutong's sword.

Li Yutong was someone Lin Xuan had never met but whose name he knew well. She was one of the three Loose Immortals and the only woman among them.

Unfortunately, she was elusive, rarely making an appearance at events like Nai Long's wedding. Lin Xuan only knew her by reputation.

The first primordial phoenix fell, and it now had a fixed abode—the true spirit space. The true spirit flames returned there, waiting for another suitable phoenix to arrive.

Through inheritance and fusion, a new true spirit was born. A million years had passed in the world of cultivation.

Suddenly, memories flooded Lin Xuan's mind as a new scene unfolded before him.

...

Time flowed like water; this time, his unconsciousness lasted several years. While not short, it was insignificant compared to the countless lifetimes he experienced with the true spirit flames.

Finally, Lin Xuan woke up, and the true spirit flames had imprinted themselves on his soul.

His face bore the marks of a long journey as he slowly raised his hand. His arm seemed unchanged, but his skin appeared slightly paler.

Lin Xuan clenched his fist and subtly summoned power; red spiritual runes appeared on his skin, followed by a layer of silver.

"Rise!"

With lightning speed, Lin Xuan's left hand struck, summoning a dark green divine sword that sliced fiercely towards his right hand.

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