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第三千五百二十三章 真灵的弱点

Cultivation, cultivation—effort and opportunity are what it's all about.

Effort is something that almost every cultivator on the path to immortality lacks. However, opportunities often defy clear explanation; their scope can be vast.

A master’s guidance, the concentration of a spirit vein—yet the most crucial factors are elixirs and various treasures from heaven and earth.

Spirit herbs are hard to come by. Even in the Spirit Realm, relative to the number of cultivators, they are few and far between. Especially those that enhance one's cultivation power or help break through bottlenecks; these are what dream cultivators seek but rarely obtain.

Yet Lin Xuan was distributing them like cabbage to his four young ladies.

With his assistance, their cultivation speed had soared beyond measure. In just a month, the Shangguan sisters had both advanced to the Intermediate Stage of Profound Knowledge!

Of course, it wasn't solely due to Lin Xuan’s help; the two girls’ innate talents were already impressive. Coupled with ancient techniques, they truly excelled, achieving their advancement through accumulation and release.

Intermediate Stage of Profound Knowledge!

This left Liu Xin and Wu Yun'er in awe.

Even if their progress was swift, it couldn’t compare to that of legendary bodies.

However, envy aside, the two girls were not jealous.

Everyone has their own destiny; one cannot force things.

Satisfied with his master’s guidance, Lin Xuan had indeed not wasted his efforts. And in return, the Eagle Nest Pavilion had given him something back.

Though the strength of the sect’s cultivators meant little to Lin Xuan, gathering information was still feasible.

Six months passed like water; swiftly. In this newly built main hall of the Eagle Nest Pavilion, Lin Xuan stayed for about half a year, providing as much help as possible to his young ladies and the pavilion.

For a cultivator, six months wasn’t long, but the progress of the girls was rapid.

Lin Xuan felt gratified that he hadn’t wasted his efforts.

The Eagle Nest Pavilion had also rewarded him.

Though the strength of the sect’s cultivators meant little to Lin Xuan, gathering information was still feasible. Six months, though not too long, saw countless cultivators dispatched by the Eagle Nest Pavilion in search of ancient texts related to the burial grounds of true spirits.

Their goal was to find clues about these burial sites.

The process proved far more challenging than anticipated. The records in the ancient texts were scanty. Even very old ones only offered fragmented descriptions.

But hard work pays off. Through piecing together information, Lin Xuan finally had a clear picture of where the true spirit burial grounds were located.

True spirits’ burial grounds—by their name, these are the graves of true spirits. It’s well known that true spirits are immensely powerful; even the weakest can match old monsters at the Tribulation Transcending stage. Stronger ones, like true dragons, rainbow phoenixes, and nine-headed serpents, dare not claim they could defeat them.

True spirits’ power is widely recognized. But what if? Even the mightiest can fall. True spirits have weaknesses; their vitality is formidable, but once injured, recovery becomes difficult.

How does this work?

Once severely wounded, over time, injuries worsen instead of heal until death.

This sounds unbelievable, but true spirits are like that. The laws of heaven dictate it. Their weakness makes them more likely to die after severe injury.

Of course, such powerful beings rarely get injured. But once seriously hurt and not dying on the spot, they would head to their burial grounds, where they would sleep forever.

No one knows why.

The location of these burial grounds is also extremely mysterious; ancient texts don’t mention it. But that’s fine because Lin Xuan already knew its whereabouts from a treasure map.

Everything was in place.

Thus, Lin Xuan bid farewell to his young ladies and set off with Yue'er for the true spirit burial grounds, located on another plane. He knew the spatial node leading there from Rain桐界.

The Shangguan sisters and Liu Xin were naturally reluctant but understood that all good things must come to an end. They tearfully saw Lin Xuan off.

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Parting ways with old friends, Lin Xuan embarked on a new journey, enduring hardship and fatigue along the way. Fortunately, he encountered no major troubles.

After all, as a Tribulation Transcending cultivator, danger was unlikely.

But Rain桐界’s vastness was truly overwhelming; it took him nearly half a year to reach his destination by flying swiftly.

If not for his speed, lesser cultivators might never find the spatial node in their lifetimes.

In the midst of these mountains, Xiyong Mountain was obscure. Who would have thought that it led to true spirit space?

The records in the Jade Cylinder were likely correct; after all, this item was left behind by the Arhats.

As for why it happened in her past life, Yue'er couldn’t remember. Her memories hadn't fully returned.

In any case, caution was needed on this trip.

After so much travel, Lin Xuan couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment as he looked at the mountains before him.

His spiritual awareness naturally expanded.

But soon, his brows furrowed in surprise; a look of unexpectedness appeared on his face.

Amidst the continuous mountain range, faint spirit lights flickered—seals, and not ordinary ones.

A sect had established its main hall here, Lin Xuan concluded immediately.

This outcome was far from what Lin Xuan expected. He shattered through space here, which couldn’t go unnoticed. What should he do?

Lin Xuan was momentarily at a loss.

What to do?

He hadn’t anticipated such unexpected trouble despite knowing the dangers of this journey.

He could only wait and see.

Lin Xuan quietly descended his遁光, deciding to observe first before making any decisions.

He found a secluded spot to meditate.

One for observation, and two, he needed to recover from the long journey’s expended cultivation power.

Nothing happened overnight.

The next morning, Lin Xuan was in peak condition. Just as he was about to release his spiritual awareness, a commotion caught his ear from afar.

Lin Xuan froze, listening intently.

After a moment, his expression turned strange. The noise came from deep within the mountains—seemed like the sect’s main hall. Could this be such a coincidence that something unexpected happened at just this moment?

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