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第三千四百五十章 一语惊醒梦中人

The Way of Heaven operated according to its own rules.

Even true immortals could fall, let alone ordinary cultivators.

As for true spirits, they were equally powerful beings, but in the end, they still fell short compared to true immortals.

Of course, there were exceptions. For instance, true dragons and colorful phoenixes had strength that rivaled true immortals. But apart from these two, most other true spirits could not match a common immortal.

Unlike demons, whose inheritance depended on spirit flames.

When an immortal fell, they turned to dust, and their cultivation methods and treasures might be lost forever.

However, true spirits were different.

With the spirit flame, even if they fell, their legacy would not be broken.

For short periods of time, perhaps a century or more, new true spirits would emerge by inheriting their memories and abilities.

Take this white tiger before them as an example; although it had fallen, its spirit flame did not extinguish but returned to the realm of true spirits, waiting for a new successor.

Lin Xuan's strength might still fall short compared to the top-tier existences in the Three Realms, his experience was limited. But when it came to understanding true spirits, he was on par with most cultivators.

In the lost plane, within the palace of the Asura King, he had once gained recognition from the nine-headed bird's legacy through sheer luck.

Though fate played a role, Lin Xuan did know more about the origins of true spirits than ordinary cultivators.

The spirit flame could not be taken away. Even if a true immortal descended to the mortal realm, they would have no power to stop the current spirit flame before them. So although he found it tempting, Lin Xuan did not act rashly and let it fly until it vanished without a trace.

...

Though the spirit flame was gone, this white tiger remained a genuine true spirit.

Even though it had fallen, its fur, bones, and internal organs were priceless treasures.

Even lesser immortals or demon kings would covet them.

This statement held no exaggeration.

As for Lin Xuan, he certainly wouldn't let such an opportunity pass by.

Entering a treasure mountain, how could one return empty-handed?

Moreover, his original intention was to obtain the tiger's spirit blood. He hadn't planned on killing it here; that would have been too difficult. Just causing it some harm and obtaining a little blood would suffice.

However, things in the cultivation world were unpredictable. Changes often happened faster than plans could be made.

Before this, Lin Xuan had never imagined Moonling's strength would reach such heights. With just one sword stroke, she decapitated the white tiger that had caused shockwaves across the Three Realms.

...

Such a change was unforeseen but beneficial for Lin Xuan.

He waved his sleeves and a green aura shot out, wrapping around the tiger's corpse in mid-air, leaving not even a drop of spirit blood behind. Wasting resources was never a smart choice.

The battle had ended, and before him lay only ruins. Thejade pavilions and jade palaces (jade pavilions) and city structures on Cloud Mist Island were reduced to rubble; even some majestic mountains had crumbled.

While it might be an exaggeration to say the land had changed hands, Cloud Mist Sect's foundation was indeed irreversibly altered by this conflict.

After killing the white tiger, Lin Xuan's face brightened. However, the two senior elders of Cloud Mist Sect wore tight expressions, showing no trace of joy.

Indeed, they had avenged their humiliation, but what did that matter? The sect had been uprooted entirely.

They were not late-stage cultivators with infinite lifespans; one day, they would face the underworld. How could they meet their ancestors with such a grim countenance?

Though the revenge was taken, they felt no joy. Only confusion and emptiness remained.

...

Suspended in mid-air, Lin Xuan suddenly appeared before them as if he had traveled through space effortlessly.

Despite their dazed state, the two senior cultivators showed signs of caution on their faces.

But this expression quickly faded.

Even if his wife and he owed him a favor, or even if they held grudges, what courage did they have to challenge such formidable opponents?

Their power levels were worlds apart.

The robed elder composed himself and bowed. "Thank you for your assistance. Rest assured, my fellow disciples and I understand the value of a promise."

"Friend, that's too much praise."

Lin Xuan smiled bitterly. "I don't doubt your integrity. I came here not to discuss this matter."

"Oh? Then what is it?"

The robed elder's expression turned curious.

"I came to advise you two friends to let go and accept the natural course of events. As they say, old things must pass before new ones can come in. Your sect has suffered a great calamity, but its losses are not irreparable. With time, you could rise again from the ashes. Why mourn like this as if the world is ending..."

Lin Xuan's words resonated with the two powerful cultivators, lifting their gloomy moods.

Indeed, although Cloud Mist Sect had suffered severe losses, they still had their senior elders here, so they were far from destitute.

With time, they could certainly rise again.

Moping would not solve anything.

A single word woke them up from their slumber!

Turning to face each other, the two cultivators released their vast mental energies.

Almost immediately, they found something.

Cloud Mist Sect had indeed been reduced to ruins, but there were still survivors among its members.

With the battle over, those who survived emerged one by one. Most were at the realm of spirit or profound knowledge, which was not surprising; while luck played a significant role in survival, cultivation strength was also crucial.

At the same time, high-ranking cultivators naturally had an easier chance of surviving than novices just entering the immortal path.

Of course, there were exceptions, but most survivors were elite members of Cloud Mist Sect.

The number wasn't large—less than ten percent—and even then, they numbered no more than a thousand.

But with their presence, Cloud Mist Sect's lineage would not decline. Over time, it had a good chance to rise again.

The robed elder and the middle-aged man from the surname Lu exchanged glances.

Their previously gloomy expressions brightened. Lin Xuan was right; although Cloud Mist Sect faced significant changes, they were far from destitute.

"Thank you for your advice," they both bowed deeply to Lin Xuan with sincerity.

"Not at all."

Lin Xuan smiled and returned the bow. After apologizing, they flew towards Cloud Mist Island.

Postscript: Today I bought a new computer, but unfortunately, various issues arose. It took me quite some time to resolve them. I will still write another chapter tonight if possible. Although I'm not used to writing at night, I'll try my best and aim for three chapters tomorrow since there's nothing else pressing.

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