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第三千九百零五章 真灵虚影

Phoenix, the king of all birds.

Although the black phoenix demon maiden before him couldn't compare to his true spirit companion, the power bestowed by her bloodline was still overwhelmingly strong.

Especially her innate divine abilities left people speechless in amazement.

This late-stage cultivation expert, a demon cultivator, had divine abilities far surpassing those of her peers.

Top-tier powerhouse!

She strolled down the path with an expression so calm it seemed almost serene. However, there was a faint glint in her eyes that flickered incessantly.

In her jade hand, she gently held a white eye, emitting points of spiritual light.

"Lin Xiaoer..."

If one approached the Black Phoenix Valley's valley master, they could hear her murmuring from between her lips.

However, as time passed, this voice became so faint it was barely noticeable. No one knew what she was contemplating at that moment.

...

A single thread can set off a chain reaction, especially for Lin Xuan, a world-renowned top-tier powerhouse. Before the Immortal Alliance Conference even began, his arrival had already stirred up significant waves. What would happen next?

No one knew.

As the instigator, Lin Xuan paid no heed to the commotion outside.

Who cared about idle gossip or hidden currents? He was content to focus on his own affairs.

At that moment, Lin Xuan was in a quiet room within a palace.

Regardless of what people said, as someone of his status, he could easily reside at the Welcoming Immortals Pavilion.

His dragon brother had already chosen a place for him. Fellow disciples naturally didn't need to be overly polite.

Lin Xuan left behind a casual remark: "Brother has some good fortune and needs to temporarily seclude himself," before entering the quiet room.

The clean and decisive manner left both the young man with the surname Long and Yun Ruoyan staring at each other in surprise.

Good fortune?

What benefits could be gained from Bright Moon City?

Junior Brother Lin had met with Eastern Prosperity Immortal Emperor, right?

His safe return was already a cause for joy. His actions were confusing, like he didn't know what to make of them.

The only emotion left was bewilderment.

But since Lin Xuan wasn't saying anything, the young man with the surname Long naturally didn't ask any more questions.

This senior brother was still quite conscientious, standing guard outside Lin Xuan's quiet room with many unanswered questions in his mind.

Although the Welcoming Immortals Pavilion was unlikely to see any underhanded schemes, the Immortal Alliance Conference was no small matter. Junior Brother Lin's safety was crucial for the sect's rise and fall. He couldn't afford any carelessness, willing to endure some hardship by personally guarding here.

...

Inside the quiet room,

Lin Xuan sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, radiating a bluish-green light all over his body. His hands formed various hand seals, fingers dancing like butterflies in rapid motion.

Nine egg-sized orbs of spiritual light appeared above his head, each a different color but emitting equally formidable energy.

Lin Xuan's movements became even faster.

In addition, he began to mutter ancient and obscure sounds, difficult to understand, almost like some strange incantation.

As Lin Xuan moved, the nine orbs before him suddenly came to life.

The light seemed to contain living entities.

In no time, they grew several times larger, reaching the size of a head. The spiritual pressure they emitted also increased significantly.

Lin Xuan's face turned red with effort, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

If someone were to use Inner Vision at this moment, they would discover that his mana was rapidly dissipating.

But Lin Xuan ignored it all, making both his hand gestures and incantations even more urgent.

"Duot!"

After a short while, Lin Xuan suddenly raised his right hand and pointed forward with great speed.

His face turned blood-red as he opened his mouth to expel a stream of essence blood.

Following this, "Peng," an incredible scene unfolded before his eyes.

The essence blood split into nine parts the moment it left his mouth, each color distinct from one another.

They seemed to have life, diving into the nine orbs in front of him.

Rumbling like thunder, those nine orbs grew wildly.

Doubling, then doubling again, they expanded by dozens or even hundreds of times within an instant.

If any cultivator were present, they would be shocked and alarmed.

For what was once just orbs had now transformed into giant birds—Kunpeng, Liuhou, Deva Spiders, and a hundred-headed insects...

True spirits!

Of course, not physical forms but merely spiritual light illusions.

Nevertheless, the pressure each emitted was no less formidable than that of late-stage cultivators.

Lin Xuan's face showed a hint of joy.

Fortunately, he had chosen this quiet room with spatial array formations. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been able to contain them all.

Facing nine powerful true spirits, Lin Xuan wasn't alarmed but rather delighted.

No need for curiosity; those nine true spirits were indeed refined from the essence blood in Nine Holy Spirit Wine.

Their words held truth—this wine was truly a divine treasure.

But ordinary cultivators couldn't afford such luxuries.

It was no exaggeration to say it could be detrimental, yet for Lin Xuan, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Indeed, an opportunity!

After all, these nine true spirits were not found in the True Spirit Burial Grounds.

Fusing them and refining with the Black Jade True Spirit Technique would bring countless benefits.

However, three days was too short. But he had no choice; the spirit wine needed to be refined as soon as possible. That's why he came directly to the Welcoming Immortals Pavilion and immediately secluded himself without saying a word.

The young man with the surname Long didn't know this.

But he trusted and revered Lin Xuan, so even in confusion, he had no complaints. Instead, he diligently guarded outside Lin Xuan's seclusion room.

Three days passed quickly.

Powerful cultivators from all directions had gathered here. The eagerly anticipated Immortal Alliance Conference was finally about to begin.

As time approached, Lin Xuan showed no intention of breaking his seclusion. The young man with the surname Long was as restless as a pot of boiling water.

He paced back and forth outside the room, but any further delay would be too late.

Yet, he dared not disturb him.

Who knew why Junior Brother Lin had secluded himself or if it was an urgent moment?

Disturbing him could be dangerous.

It might even cause him to fail at a critical juncture.

But what if he didn't say anything and delayed the Immortal Alliance Conference?

The young man with the surname Long found himself in a dilemma, unsure of what to do next.

"Friend Long, why are you still here? Where is Senior Lin?"

Soft footsteps sounded, and Yun Ruoyan's figure appeared before him, her face full of surprise.

Such an important Immortal Alliance Conference—why was he still lingering?

"I don't want to be here either. But Junior Brother Lin hasn't emerged yet; he's still secluding himself," the young man with the surname Long said, his expression darkening to a degree.

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