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第三千四百二十一章 真灵天劫

The moment the words left his mouth, a heavy gloom descended. The originally clear sky suddenly darkened as an ominous cloud appeared in his line of sight.

"Bad luck, the pursuers have arrived!"

Field Sword Xiao's face was filled with dread. His opponent truly seemed like a persistent pest!

However, at this critical moment, dwelling on these thoughts would be useless. The situation was dire; he needed to leave quickly.

A trace of venom flashed across his expression. If he could survive this time, one day, after advancing to the late-stage Transcendation Realm, he would surely repay today's grudge tenfold.

Though his mind raced with such thoughts, they were merely fantasies at this moment. With the current disparity in strength, he couldn't afford any delay.

With swift movements, he chanted a complex incantation.

The surface of True Demon Shatter-Space Blade emitted a dazzling light, and numerous talismans spun out forcefully before slicing forward with immense power.

Sizzle...

His action was deceptive; first, a clear white trace appeared in the air. Then, it collapsed into a shimmering hole.

This wasn't an ordinary spatial rift; the rule of law emanating from within was incredibly powerful. Without hesitation, Field Sword Xiao vanished into the void.

The man's character was truly ruthless and resolute. Once he decided on something, there was no room for hesitation.

Indeed, Field Sword Xiao had achieved his success not by chance but through sheer determination.

In terms of personality, he wasn't inferior to Lin Xuan in any way; it was just that his luck was slightly worse.

Having shattered the void and left the underworld, whether or not he would encounter a spatial storm or successfully reach the Spirit Realm remained uncertain.

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On the other side, Lin Xuan had advanced through his Transcendation. He reached the most critical stage of the process.

Silver snakes danced in the sky as various attacks rained down like hailstones.

The ferocity of these attacks was so intense that even Mo Er, watching from the side, felt a chill run down her spine.

Concern for his young master was natural.

Fortunately, Lin Xuan's strength was formidable. No matter how fierce the heavenly tribulation fell, he always found a way to block it.

He navigated through the peril as if walking on flat ground in the Spirit Realm.

Of course, this wasn't easy. The power of the heavenly tribulation often depended heavily on his own cultivation level. Moreover, this time, Lin Xuan was advancing with both his second元婴 and demon core simultaneously. To be blunt, the power of this tribulation rivaled that of a regular cultivator reaching late-stage Transcendation, if not surpassing it.

Though Lin Xuan appeared to handle the attacks easily, he had indeed used all his skills, relying only on a few secret techniques as a last resort.

However, judging by the current trend, the heavenly tribulation was far from over. Thus, whether or not he would successfully pass remained uncertain—Lin Xuan's heart was filled with unease.

But there was no time for such thoughts now. The saying went: when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

The benefits of advancing to a higher realm were worth risking everything here.

Boom!

A series of explosions echoed through his ears as Lin Xuan blocked this wave of intense attacks.

Compared to before, the sky seemed to clear up slightly. Lin Xuan's heart leaped with joy. Could the heavenly tribulation be nearing its end?

If that was the case, he would truly have exceptional luck.

But just as this thought flashed through his mind, the sky darkened again. Sand and stones flew everywhere; a heavy wind swept across...

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted. He had an ominous feeling in his heart.

Though not to the point of breaking out in cold sweat, he felt a twinge of fear.

Then, a violent demonic wind appeared before him.

No, there were more than just one—nine in total.

Each was infused with chaotic demon energy.

Chaotic demon energy referred to the most primitive and purest form of demon essence. The difference between it and ordinary demon energy was akin to that between common demonic qi and true demonic qi.

Those who possessed such energy were either great demon experts or legendary true spirits.

More astonishingly, these nine energies were all too familiar to Lin Xuan.

Phoenix, True Dragon, Qilin, Great Peng, Peacock, Golden Crow, Nine-headed Bird, Golden Yue True Toad, and Vermilion Bird.

Nine true spirits perfectly matched the true spirit blood within him. Was his perception wrong, or was this just a coincidence?

Lin Xuan didn't know; he found himself in doubt.

But soon, the answer became clear.

Boom!

A series of explosions echoed through his ears as the nine demonic winds dispersed, revealing the forms of True Phoenix and True Dragon. His perception hadn't been mistaken—indeed, this was the worst situation.

Of course, it wasn't that true spirits had arrived; such a scenario would be akin to a heart demon's descent. The nine true spirits were all illusions conjured by tribulation clouds, but their power was formidable indeed.

Lin Xuan's expression darkened. How should he handle this?

The heavenly tribulation before him could not be blocked with ordinary means.

True Spirit Sword Art was the best choice, but he couldn't use it.

Because the heavenly tribulation had yet to end, meaning his advancement hadn't succeeded. Unless he ignited the source of power, there was no way he could use it.

But igniting the source of power would be tantamount to suicide.

Not doing so, however, meant facing this crisis head-on.

In a moment's time, Lin Xuan faced an unsolvable choice; the situation was dire.

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Meanwhile, Field Sword Xiao, on the other side of the world, fared no better.

Facing the pursuit of Heavenly Fiend King and Golden Yue Corpse King, he had nowhere to turn. Forced into action, he shattered the void and left the underworld in a hurry.

After his efforts, the interdimensional portal opened just as the pursuers arrived. Field Sword Xiao managed to escape before they could catch up.

However, this didn't mean he was safe.

Shattering the void wasn't trivial. When Field Sword Xiao came from the demon realm to the underworld, it took him years of preparation with auxiliary array and talismans.

Now, leaving so hastily left him lacking in mana.

If everything went smoothly, that would be extremely strange. Given his consistently bad luck, this journey couldn't possibly go as smoothly.

Despite his formidable strength, he successfully opened the interdimensional portal, but the spatial forces within were chaotic. With no other choice, Field Sword Xiao had to fly towards the Spirit Realm with a heavy heart.

The current situation left no room for retreat.

But halfway through, he encountered a spatial storm.

Spatial Storm!

Navigating between dimensions was most terrifying when facing such storms; countless old monsters of Transcendation realm had perished beneath them. This time's spatial storm was particularly formidable.

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