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第两千九百九十六章 九灵仙芝

With so many spatial nodes gathered together, even Lin Xuan, with his extensive knowledge and experience, had never seen such a sight before. It could indeed be considered a rare spectacle.

What did this mean? Lin Xuan knew all too well.

It indicated that the spatial force in this area had significantly weakened compared to normal conditions. This was the best opportunity to break through the void and leave the Spirit Wave Valley.

With his mind made up, Lin Xuan no longer hesitated. As the saying goes, "A long night breeds many dreams." Since he decided to go, there was no need for him to linger here.

Lin Xuan was a resolute cultivator with a firm character. Whether dealing with people or matters, he was always meticulous and thorough.

He raised his right hand, not summoning any treasure, but a faint white light flickered in his palm.

The light wasn't dazzling; it felt pure and gentle. However, upon closer inspection, one could see that the so-called white light was composed of countless tiny runes smaller than grains of rice. The number was staggering, and each rune seemed mysterious. As the light pulsed, array after array of magical formations appeared in the glow.

They were interconnected, making it clear that suchsuperposition would greatly enhance their power.

"Ha!"

Lin Xuan recited a quick and obscure incantation, raised his right hand, and pushed the light towards the front.

Instantly, sharp rays of energy surged forth. The brightness of the light increased tenfold or more compared to before, followed by piercing sounds as it broke through the void.

Several wind blades emerged from the light, each about a foot in diameter. However, they were vastly different from ordinary wind blade techniques.

These wind blades seemed condensed from an incredibly pure essence force, appearing almostentity-like. Not only that, but intricate patterns adorned their surfaces—no, not patterns, but mysterious rune arrays, seamlessly integrated.

Puff

A muffled sound echoed as several spatial nodes were hit simultaneously. The light blades penetrated them without a trace of reaction, seemingly absorbed by the void.

However, the calm didn't last long.

Soon, the muffled sounds grew louder, and those spatial nodes exploded with force.

Spatial distortions occurred, their diameters expanding several times over. They then connected, devouring each other…

The spatial force spread out, though not on the scale of destroying heaven or earth, it was beyond what ordinary Spirit Stage cultivators could bear.

But Lin Xuan had already advanced, his strength far surpassing before. He faced this formidable spatial force with indifference, not even summoning a protective barrier.

Of course, Lin Xuan wasn't being overconfident; he had formed a True Spirit Body, so such minor spatial forces couldn't harm him.

Lin Xuan observed coldly.

After several hours, the spatial nodes merged into one massive light sphere. Its shape resembled the earlier nodes, but its size was incomparable.

The light sphere was roughly oval-shaped, covering an area of about an acre. Although blurry, it seemed deeply profound.

Satisfied, Lin Xuan didn't hesitate and flew inside with a sweeping gesture.

The sky was somewhat dim here, in what appeared to be a desolate valley. However, thunder could be heard, and the cries of cultivators echoed occasionally.

"Knowing you can’t defeat us, why must you struggle so desperately? Ourtreasureare not sentient; if you cooperate, we will release you and let you go with your nine spirit herbs. We are willing to give you a chance at life, but don't blame us for being ruthless."

A cultivator wearing a large gray robe spoke in an icy tone. His words were cold, but his actions showed no mercy.

His weapon was peculiar—a whip made of some unknown material. He controlled it with his mind rather than summoning it, wielding it deftly and swiftly.

He didn't look like a cultivator; he resembled a skilled martial artist from the secular world.

However, its power was immense. The whip's transformations were numerous and no less formidable than those of his companions.

This cultivator was at the Boundary Profound Realm, early stage but nearing mid-stage. His three companions were also at the same level, encircling a woman in red silk robes with theirtreasureand flying swords, showing no sign of mercy or compassion.

While they attacked fiercely, they continued to urge her to surrender, knowing she would never listen. But these empty words served to distract her, confusing her mind.

The woman in red was indeed striking; her clothes were fiery red and eye-catching. She appeared to be in her twenties, though her appearance suggested she had undergone cultivation for a long time.

Her strength matched that of the four, so logically, she should have been defeated by now. However, her treasures were formidable, and her combat experience seemed rich. Despite the fierce battle, she rarely showed any weaknesses, and their attacks, although brutal, couldn't break through her defenses.

But this balance was temporary. Her energy consumption would far exceed that of her opponents, making defeat inevitable.

The red-robed woman knew this well, trying several times to break free but knowing it was futile against such formidable opponents. She finally transformed into a brilliant streak and flew forward.

"Quickly, stop her."

The cultivator in gray robes grew anxious, waving his whip to conjure hundreds of venomous snakes. The other three were alarmed as well, recognizing the woman's resolve. They couldn't afford to fail now after nearly succeeding.

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