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第三百五十七章 婴火

That previously empty stone chamber suddenly began to emit a layer of green light, which then turned blue and finally became purple.

After a moment, the brilliance gradually subsided, revealing a teleportation array before his eyes.

This array was delicate and compact, covered with talismans that Lin Xuan couldn't understand. It looked like an ancient artifact from long ago.

This genuinely delighted Lin Xuan, but he didn’t rush forward without caution. Instead, he used his divine sense to scan the surroundings, confirming there were no dangers before proceeding calmly.

Although this ancient teleportation array was slightly more complex than modern ones, with his current understanding of arrays, he could still decipher it. This array, though old, remained intact and could be activated immediately even without repairs.

In fact, this place was a fake cave dwelling.

Lin Xuan ran his hand over his chin, revealing a playful expression on his face.

While such things weren't common in the cultivation world, they were far from rare either.

Some cultivators with precious treasures or many enemies often set up several cleverly disguised fake cave dwellings when establishing their own. This way, even if enemies came knocking, they would have enough time to respond calmly.

There were even some ruthless individuals who set up trap arrays in these fake cave dwellings. Thinking of this, Lin Xuan's forehead broke out in cold sweat.

Fortunately, there was nothing here. Otherwise, trapped within the ancient cultivator’s禁制, whether his powers could ensure his safe escape would be uncertain.

This teleportation array should lead directly to the real cave dwelling.

However, it was truly well-crafted. No wonder Li Yaotian had dug up the ground three feet deep and still returned empty-handed after all these days of searching.

Only on a full moon night would this teleportation array appear.

Lin Xuan carefully checked again before taking out several crystal stones from his pocket and placing them on the array.

A spell was cast at the center, causing the teleportation array to emit a whining sound.

With a calm expression, Lin Xuan stood on it. A soft light enveloped him, then his figure gradually blurred until he vanished without a trace.

He felt a slight dizziness but wasn't alarmed; this was normal for a teleportation. Soon, the scenery before him became clear again.

Lin Xuan clapped his hands, and a flash of green light appeared as he opened the Nine Heaven Spirit Shield. At the same time, he raised the Purple Yang Divine Pearl.

He was always prepared to deal with any potential dangers.

Fortunately, this time Lin Xuan had been overly cautious; there was nothing here. He found himself in a small but high cave.

The cave wasn't large, measuring about seven or eight zhang (approximately 23-26 feet) in height. In front of him stood a smooth and flat stone platform where an old man with a youthful appearance and crane-like demeanor was sitting cross-legged.

However, Lin Xuan didn’t panic; although the old man had an ethereal presence, his vitality was completely gone, indicating he had passed away long ago.

This was somewhat unusual. While cultivators might be incredibly prosperous in life, once their lifespans were exhausted and they returned to the mortal world, they became nothing more than dried bones.

Such cases of incorruptible corpses were rare—either because they possessed extraordinary treasures or had practiced special techniques.

However, these thoughts only flashed through Lin Xuan's mind briefly. He didn’t have time for such reflections.

His gaze quickly landed on a green storage bag hanging from the old man’s waist.

This was an ancient cultivator’s遗宝.

Clearly, he would gain significant rewards this time.

Lin Xuan licked his lips and hesitated but didn't reach out to take it. Instead, he patted one of the pockets on his waist, and a black aura emerged. As the mist dispersed, a red-eyed green-haired humanoid monster could be vaguely seen.

A zombie!

This was Lin Xuan’s last remaining one.

"Go!"

Lin Xuan extended his hand, lightly tapping it. The zombie immediately obeyed by extending a withered claw to grab the storage bag on the old man's waist.

Just as it seemed about to touch it, a spark suddenly emerged from the storage bag and ignited on the zombie's arm.

In an instant, that seemingly faint spark exploded in a burst of flames, reducing the zombie to ashes within just a second.

Lin Xuan was startled. He had manipulated the zombie out of fear of traps; what kind of flame was this, so domineering?

Pure Yang Pill Fire? No, not even later-stage or fully matured cultivators' pill fires could match its power. Unless… it was an infant fire from an婴期 expert.

Lin Xuan had already suspected that the owner of this cave dwelling reached the婴期 realm. What he saw just now confirmed his suspicions.

However, this person's mind was wicked; before a cultivator’s death, if they didn't have successors to pass on their treasures, they would often keep them nearby for any potential fortunate visitor.

Such people who set traps after death were rare. This individual wasn’t likely a heretic or someone who despised the world and hated all of humanity.

Fortunately, he hadn't acted rashly; otherwise, with such flames' power, even if one could侥幸survive, severe injuries would be inevitable.

A sinister look flashed across Lin Xuan's eyes.

"Master, what should we do? This flame seems quite powerful," Mo'er appeared in a flash of white light and said with a slight frown.

"It’s nothing to worry about. Even if it is an infant fire from a婴期 expert, I have ways to deal with it," Lin Xuan said confidently without panicking.

His words weren’t empty boasting; this heretic had passed away over a million years ago. Although he didn't know what secret method he used to seal and preserve his infant fire, the power of the flame was limited without its master's support.

With careful handling, even brute force could eventually break it down.

Explaining his thoughts to Mo'er, she nodded in agreement: "Master, should I help?"

Lin Xuan naturally wouldn’t refuse. Although he could handle it alone, with Mo'er’s assistance, they would progress much faster.

He patted the storage bag and raised the Drifting Cloud Snowfall Sword. Mo'er also took out the Beast Soul Flag.

Nature's elements complement or counteract each other; for fire, ice attributes or yin attributes were naturally effective.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath, forming hand seals while murmuring lowly under his breath.

"Quick!"

With Lin Xuan’s command, the Drifting Cloud Snowfall Sword trembled violently. A white light shone as it twisted and expanded into an eight-to-seven zhang-long (approximately 23-26 feet) white ice dragon.

On the other side, Mo'er waved her jade hand, and the ghostly mist from the Beast Soul Flag transformed into a black dragon…

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