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第三千五百七十七章 险象环生

His strength far surpassed that of his peers, and if he were to face another Transcendence Realm cultivator, he would likely have already perished.

But Lin Xuan's life was not easy either. The five True Spirit Beings were formidable indeed. Although weakened compared to their former selves, they still left him struggling to keep up with their various divine techniques.

However, this was far from the worst part. There were more than just these five True Spirits resting here; the other crystal shards had also shattered open.

Lin Xuan's face turned grim. As the saying goes, a hero cannot withstand too many opponents. If he continued to delay, he would surely perish here. The wisest choice was to flee as soon as possible.

But how easy could that be? Yue'er’s fate remained uncertain. How could Lin Xuan ignore her safety and escape elsewhere?

Such matters were ones Lin Xuan would rather face a thousand calamities than choose such an option.

With no other choice, he gritted his teeth and endured the struggle.

Yet, it was easier said than done. With vastly more enemies than allies, Lin Xuan was struggling to keep up. The perilous situation was undeniable.

Boom!

Lin Xuan punched out, blocking the fierce attack of a monstrous bird. He had barely caught his breath when another ominous sign appeared behind him. A creature resembling a sea horse emerged into view.

Standing over several dozen feet tall, it exuded an overwhelming aura of death, its entire body encased in pitch-black scales. Its roar was reminiscent of a sky dog.

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted. This wasn't the legendary evil beast, the Xi, was it?

Ancient texts recorded that this was a divine creature from the sea, extremely ferocious and fond of hunting dragons.

Although dragons were not as formidable as true dragons, they still belonged to the dragon family. Yet, facing such an anomaly, they became its delectable prey, indicating how outstanding the Xi's strength truly was.

Lin Xuan did not hesitate. The Illusory Heavenly Fire appeared in his palm and rapidly transformed into a burning arrow.

He then shot three arrows with fire essence toward the creature.

Poisonous, corrosive, and devouring—three different attributes of arrows were fired in rapid succession.

The timing and angle were perfect; although fierce, the Xi was still struggling to keep up. Lin Xuan's lips curled into a smug smile, but this expression quickly froze on his face.

Without any warning, a tear-shaped hole appeared in the void. A pale green talon emerged, its five hooked fingers already hovering over Lin Xuan's forehead.

Spatial technique!

Lin Xuan's face was filled with shock as he had no time to dodge. He managed to sidestep, avoiding the vital areas but still taking damage.

"Bang!"

Lin Xuan's chest was struck hard, and he was sent flying.

Thanks to his unique circumstances, his physical body had been refined to surpass that of most beasts at his level. No... more accurately, it far surpassed them. Otherwise, for a regular cultivator—especially an advanced one—the impact would have been fatal.

Even Lin Xuan found himself in dire straits, spitting out blood as he struggled to maintain his composure. The physical toll was immense; despite the wonders of Body Cultivation techniques, he was still just flesh and blood. And that strike had shattered even top-grade ancient treasures.

Lin Xuan's pain nearly overwhelmed him, but he took deep breaths, forcing himself to remain calm and rational.

Throughout his journey as a cultivator, Lin Xuan faced countless perils, but few matched the danger he now faced. Surrounded by formidable enemies, any misstep could lead to his demise.

What should he do?

Just when he had not yet devised a plan, several dark shadows appeared in his vision—new True Spirits arriving as reinforcements for the guardian of this tomb.

Lin Xuan's face was filled with bitterness. Could he survive and escape from the tomb where these True Spirits lay buried?

He no longer held any hope.

Moon, where are you?

Without seeing Yue'er, Lin Xuan would not leave alone.

There is always a way out; Lin Xuan understood this well enough.

But what meaning did his cultivation have if he could not be with the one he loved?

Lin Xuan was a clever cultivator but stubborn to an extreme. He faced the crisis head-on rather than retreating.

...

In such dire straits, Lin Xuan's situation was indeed unfavorable. Meanwhile, Yue'er remained sealed in the illusory realm.

The Phantom Moon Moth, as the instigator of all this, wore a playful expression.

Her demeanor was akin to watching a play: "Tsk tsk, what a remarkable young man. He truly holds his own against several dozen ghostly True Spirits."

"Too formidable. Is he really an intermediate cultivator? Even advanced Transcendence Realm experts, aside from the top-tier great sages, rarely display such prowess."

The Phantom Moon Moth continued to comment with relish as she watched.

If Lin Xuan heard this, he would have fainted out of anger.

Had it not been for her, Yue'er would already have retrieved the treasure. The three of them might have escaped long ago; how had they ended up in such a perilous situation?

Unfortunately, Lin Xuan did not know.

And even if he knew now, it would be useless.

Could he seek revenge against the Phantom Moon Moth? He was too busy to spare any attention!

Even if Lin Xuan arrived here, dealing with this spirit insect's powers would still be challenging. Despite her rapid progress over a millennium, Yue'er remained helpless once ensnared in an illusionary trap.

The danger of illusions lies in the fact that those caught within them are unaware while observers can see through them. At this moment, Yue'er was as if she had forgotten everything, returning to the time when she first arrived at the Netherworld.

A transmission error meant her master was not by her side. Yue'er felt helpless and frantic, searching everywhere for Lin Xuan's whereabouts.

But there were no clues; all her efforts were in vain.

What could she do?

Just as Yue'er was lost in thought, a streak of light appeared in her vision.

The light faded to reveal a grotesque demon with a menacing expression.

Seeing Yue'er, it said: "Pretty little girl, follow me willingly."

"What do you want?"

Yue'er's face showed suspicion. This unexpected visitor was at the late-stage Consolidation Realm, clearly more powerful than herself.

"My name is Rock Demon; I am the寨主of Black Wind Village. Since you have such a fine figure, why not come back with me as my consort?"

"Ha ha."

Before she could finish speaking, a tinkling laughter echoed in her ears, emanating from Yue'er's body but not coming from her.

"Phantom Moon Moth, it’s truly no easy feat to reach this level. This illusionary realm is indeed miraculous, but can you add some new elements? A寨主of Black Wind Village? I almost lost a tooth laughing."

The sudden change caught the Phantom Moon Moth off guard as well. Suddenly, Yue'er's body was bathed in light, and an object flew out before transforming into a tiny figure about a foot tall.

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