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第三千九百五十七章 望风而逃

没错, it was the Root Fire!

In other words,

Otherwise, he wouldn't have done it even if there was a sliver of possibility.

After all, the Root Fire consumed one's foundation, far beyond ordinary losses. A single misstep could result in a drop in cultivation realm.

Without an absolute necessity, no cultivator would risk such a move. However, at this moment, Lord Tianyuan had put himself in a bind. If he conceded defeat in this competition of spiritual flames, the backlash from his power surge would likely ensue.

With the strength of the Assassin's Immortal Spirit Fire, his only fate would be annihilation.

Lord Tianyuan was unwilling to surrender so easily. In desperation, he ignited the Root Fire.

A thunderous explosion echoed in Lin Xuan’s ears as the golden flames surged with ferocity. Lin Xuan’s pupils constricted; for a moment, he felt at a loss. After igniting the Root Fire, his opponent's power had increased by nearly half. With Lin Xuan’s current capabilities, he could only struggle to defend.

The Nine Palaces Sword Technique was summoned, but it couldn’t land any blows.

He lacked the strength!

Lord Tianyuan waited for this opportunity. He flicked his fingers in a series of hand seals.

Then, golden light enveloped him as a dazzling aura surrounded his body. Thousands of rays of gold shot out from his surface, transforming into arrows that rained down on Lin Xuan.

From defense to offense; the opponent was indeed cunning.

A strange expression flashed across Lin Xuan’s face as he prepared to retaliate with divine power. However, Lord Tianyuan suddenly vanished without a trace.

Indeed, he disappeared.

As if he had never been here at all.

It was rather peculiar!

Lin Xuan was speechless. What kind of secret technique was this? With his extensive knowledge, he had never heard of such a thing before.

Amidst his astonishment, Lin Xuan hastily extended his divine sense.

But there were no results; the divine sense was heavily suppressed here.

He could not detect any clues about Lord Tianyuan.

Lin Xuan’s expression darkened. He had lured his opponent into a trap step by step. Yet, he managed to escape in such a manner.

Lord Tianyuan hadn’t perished and had even inherited the True Immortal’s legacy.

If this wasn’t eliminated now, the danger posed by him next time would be much greater than before.

Surrounded by formidable enemies, Lin Xuan felt uncomfortable. However, given his current situation, there was no point in feeling depressed. With his divine sense limited, chasing after Lord Tianyuan was impossible.

Lin Xuan sighed and emitted sword qi from his body. The air shattered as the golden arrows clashed with it.

First, he resolved this crisis. Then, Lin Xuan channeled all his power into the Azure Tortoise Dragon Armor Shield.

Silver light flared, gradually consuming the golden flames.

This was not unusual.

Although the Assassin's Immortal Spirit Fire was incredibly powerful, without its master’s support, it was like a waterless stream—barely capable of exerting divine power. With this in mind, the Illusory Spirit Heavenly Fire wasn’t weak either; it naturally absorbed and integrated with it.

Lin Xuan flicked his sleeves to store this technique away.

While he couldn't eliminate Lord Tianyuan, consuming the Assassin's Immortal Spirit Fire was still a small consolation. After refining it, the power of the Illusory Spirit Heavenly Fire would increase significantly. Of course, that was for another time.

The immediate task was to find Moon’s clues. With this in mind, Lin Xuan retraced his steps.

...

Lin Xuan's situation aside, let us turn our attention to the other side. Unknown distances away, the sky was dimming. This vast wilderness lacked any sign of life, but the aura of spiritual energy was still very dense—far beyond what the Little Immortal Realm could offer.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound echoed in his ears, accompanied by low thunderous rumbles. Golden light shone brightly as a dazzling ball of light appeared before him.

Without warning, that golden light dispersed, "Bang" reverberated in Lin Xuan’s ears, and something peculiar fell inside.

Lord Tianyuan!

If Lin Xuan had been present, he would have gaped in astonishment. The formidable opponent who had just caused him trouble now seemed utterly humiliated—unable to stand on his own feet.

He looked like a beaten dog!

"Damnit, that little Lin kid! I will make sure to extract your soul and refine it one day," Lord Tianyuan staggered as he rose, his voice filled with venom.

"Hmph. What’s the point of saying this now? You are too incompetent. After teaching you secret techniques from the Immortal Realm, you couldn’t even handle a little spirit realm kid; you’re utterly useless," an old voice echoed in Lin Xuan's ears, its disdain clear to anyone who could hear it.

"Old man, don't gloat here. Don’t forget that our fates are intertwined—our rise and fall depend on each other. If I perish, you won’t fare well either. If you want to avoid being buried with me, quickly help me restore my damaged primordial true essence."

Lord Tianyuan had fallen into this predicament because he ignited the Root Fire. Although his cultivation realm hadn't dropped, his blood and qi were severely depleted. Moreover, battling Lin Xuan had caused him some injuries.

All these issues combined left Lord Tianyuan in a state of extreme discomfort.

"Hmph, I am indeed a True Immortal, but do you think immortals are omnipotent? This is your second time igniting the Root Fire; you’ve damaged your foundation and primordial spirit root significantly. Restoring them won’t be easy," the old voice retorted.

"Enough of this nonsense! I should have said it before: we’re in this together, so if you don't help me, you won’t fare well either," Lord Tianyuan snarled.

"I didn’t say I wouldn’t help. A True Immortal is not as petty as you. However..."

"How can that be?"

"This time, the damage to your true essence is severe, and restoring it will be very troublesome. You need to cooperate?" The old voice pondered.

"How so?"

Lord Tianyuan's expression turned eager.

"You need to do this..." This time, the old voice transmitted their words secretly.

After about a cup of tea’s worth of time,

"If I do this, what if you have ill intentions..."

"Hmph. My soul has already merged with your primordial infant; how could you attempt another soul transfer? Your识海is not as open as mine—how can I repair the damage to your foundation? If you don’t trust me, why would you seek my help in the first place?"

The old voice was displeased. "In summary, choose wisely. This is your second time igniting the Root Fire; the extent of damage to your foundation far exceeds what you imagined. If you don't trust me, it’s best to prepare for the worst. Otherwise, the consequences of this incident will go beyond a drop in cultivation realm."

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