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第三千零五十三章 螳螂捕蝉黄雀在后

A clear and crisp sound echoed, the scroll radiating with a lively light as if it had come to life.

Lin Xuan's face was grave. The incantation he recited grew more rapid and ancient.

"Break!"

Suddenly, his right hand rose, tracing an odd trajectory in mid-air while a sharp exclamation pierced the air. A silver-white spell shot forth.

The entire scroll became increasingly vivid, its dazzling light flickering continuously, almost blinding to the eyes.

Then, a flash of light, and the scroll vanished into a small mountain peak ahead.

Rumbling sounds filled his ears as the mountain disappeared, replaced by a magnificent palace.

"Is this where the ancient sages hid their secret sanctuaries?"

Lin Xuan's face showed a hint of joy. The entrance was now open; the next task was to search for treasures inside.

He did not hesitate, emitting a green glow and flying towards the palace.

The door was not locked, and soon Lin Xuan entered and disappeared within.

...

Silence returned to the area. This place was already desolate, with no sign of cultivators in ten million miles around.

Thus, even though this palace was splendid, it posed no risk of attracting other cultivator's attention.

Moreover, the treasure map clearly stated that after half an hour, this entrance would vanish.

Therefore, Lin Xuan paid no mind. He believed that no cultivator would happen to arrive here in such a short time.

However, as Lin Xuan thought, there were some things in life that defied expectations.

Even wise men could make mistakes. Although Lin Xuan was clever, he occasionally let his guard down.

Half an hour quickly approached. The palace began to blur, but at this moment, a light laugh entered his ears.

"Good job, good job. I knew an old patriarch who had already gone through the Tribulation would not bother collecting Foundation Establishment stage pills. It's definitely due to coincidence. This time, coming here just for fun, was indeed right."

Before he could finish speaking, a figure in white robes appeared from nowhere in the air.

At first glance, this figure did not stand out much.

However, mentioning Old Devil Xu of Pasture Cloud Sect, even among high-ranking cultivators in the lost world, few would be unaware. In fact, it was almost as if they would turn pale at the mention of him.

Tribulation-stage cultivators were rare throughout the Three Realms, and most preferred not to get involved in mundane matters due to their immense power.

But Old Devil Xu was an exception. As one of the two Supreme Elders of Pasture Cloud Sect, he originally had a revered status, with his disciples handling all tasks for him.

Yet, he did not like this. He would venture out every few hundred years, stirring up trouble wherever he went and causing countless problems.

Despite his many misdeeds, Old Devil Xu's cultivation was so profound that Pasture Cloud Sect ranked among the top ten superpowers in the lost world. Thus, those who had suffered at his hands could only accept their fate.

How could they hold a grudge when the Three Realms were ruled by strength?

Old Devil Xu did not lie; the secret technique he newly mastered indeed had incredible effects on concealing one's presence. Lin Xuan failed to spot him despite his thorough inspection, thanks to Old Devil Xu's cleverness and distance.

Following Lin Xuan, he also discovered the entrance to ancient ruins.

With the same Tribulation-stage rank, this fellow naturally possessed excellent discernment. He instantly recognized these as relics from Drifting Cloud Valley with a glance, thrilled by such an opportunity. Seeing no reason to miss it, he gripped his hands and emitted a burst of demonic energy, transforming into a black streak that flew into the palace.

...

Lin Xuan was unaware of this.

Boom!

A loud explosion filled his ears as several terrifying beasts surrounded him.

These monsters had peculiar appearances. One giant snake, thicker than a water barrel at over a hundred feet long, had three differently sized heads. Each head could cast spells of different attributes.

Moreover, the snake itself was thick-skinned and incredibly strong.

Beside it stood a lion, much smaller but still several times larger than its mundane counterparts. Its teeth were sharp, and even more terrifyingly, blue electric arcs danced across its body.

Above them, there was also a giant bat, significantly larger than normal with a wingspan of a dozen feet. Its fangs were exposed, and its eyes glowed blood-red.

These three monsters looked formidable, but no trace of demonic or beastly energy emanated from their bodies.

"Ancient beasts!"

Lin Xuan sighed inwardly. With his extensive experience, he instantly recognized the origin of these creatures.

Unlike魔兽妖族, ancient beasts were originally ordinary fierce animals that had undergone some mutations due to chance, extending their lifespans immensely. While not immortal, they could live for hundreds of thousands of years.

As the saying goes, old age brings wisdom. These ancient beasts, having lived so long, gained formidable strength.

For example, these three monsters, a century ago, were just ordinary lions, bats, and snakes. Now...

If Lin Xuan had not been here, several Spirit Formation cultivators would have struggled to deal with them, risking their lives if they were careless.

"Roar!"

A thunderous roar filled his ears as the lion grew impatient, charging at him. Its speed was like a streak of lightning, but there were actually electric arcs. This beast could control lightning, sending circles of electricity toward him.

On his left, a fierce wind raged, and above him, visible sound waves circled as the snake and bat joined in the attack.

"Idiot!"

Lin Xuan showed no sign of panic despite the formidable ancient beasts. While even several Spirit Formation cultivators would struggle against them, they were not impressive to Lin Xuan's eyes.

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