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第四千一百一十四章 林轩与孔雀

One wrong move and the whole game is lost. This phrase might be too extreme to describe Tian Xiang's current predicament, but his humiliation was beyond exaggeration.

He had no time to retaliate; under this torrent of attacks, he could only defend himself, and there wasn't enough time to use the Ten Thousand Volume Heaven Book.

In other words, he could only rely on his own strength to withstand it.

Originally, this was very disadvantageous. However, Tian Xiang's expression remained extremely cold. After the initial anger subsided, he regained his composure.

Tian Xiang wasn't in a rush!

A hint of ridicule appeared at the corners of his brows.

What a good ambush.

But what if?

Since they couldn't defeat him, it proved to be a failure.

As time passed, the situation gradually favored him. Soon, he could turn the tables and make these foolish true spirits pay the price for their actions.

Before this thought fully formed in his mind, a high-pitched dragon's roar echoed into his ears.

The true dragon emitted a dazzling light from its body, expelling a golden wave of energy from its mouth.

No… not just the true dragon. Its nine offspring also responded immediately.

Their positions seemed unconnected at first glance but subtly aligned with the rules of the universe. Tian Xiang vaguely recalled an ancient legend.

But it was too late…

Boom!

The golden waves crisscrossed, engulfing him.

While the breath of a true dragon was formidable, this alone couldn’t break through his defenses.

However, the other party wasn't aiming to kill with this move; there was another purpose behind it.

Behind Tian Xiang appeared a deep hole. Space collapsed inward, revealing an endless expanse of stars and galaxies.

But these were unlike ordinary universes.

They were part of the legendary dimensional space.

Facing him was a massive black hole.

"No…"

Tian Xiang's face finally showed fear as he was sucked into the black hole of this alternate dimension.

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The wind and thunder gradually subsided. The true spirit realm, though in disarray, had managed to drive away their formidable adversary. However, the dragon's eyes still held concern. They didn't rely on brute strength but rather intelligence. Their final move involved the deepest secrets of true spirits.

Being exiled to this alternate dimension and sucked into a black hole meant that even True Immortals would have no chance of survival; disintegration was inevitable. But Tian Xiang’s displayed power far exceeded that of ordinary True Immortals, hinting at his status as a legendary Daoist Sage.

With the primordial laws in hand, could he really perish?

The true dragon wasn't certain either.

But even if the other party survived, escaping this alternate dimension wouldn’t be easy.

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Tian Xiang’s experience aside, many miles away from here…

Lin Xuan's situation was more perilous. The starstorm had completely engulfed him. Even at his current state, his magical power was nearly depleted. At full strength, he still couldn't have withstood such an attack.

His physical form turned to nothingness as the true spirit armor began to melt. He was beyond salvation. Pain blurred Lin Xuan’s vision until his consciousness faded away.

No one knew how long it had been.

"Where am I?"

Lin Xuan felt a pitch-black void before him, unable to see anything. It seemed like someone was calling out to him, but he couldn't make out the words clearly.

He tried to lift his hand but found no strength.

Had… had he died?

The memory of the starstorm gradually came back. Was I devoured and annihilated?

No, if I were dead, how could I have any consciousness now? Could this be the netherworld?

Then he remembered Yue'er as the ruler of the netherworld…

A sense of absurdity washed over him. Of course, if a cultivator truly died, their soul would enter the cycle of rebirth, and there was no connection between it and the netherworld.

Lin Xuan couldn’t help but admire his own wit for having the energy to make jokes in such a situation.

He tried to open his eyes but found it difficult. He attempted to release his spirit consciousness but failed… Wait, opening my eyes means I still have a body; not just a soul and awareness.

But how could that be possible?

Lin Xuan remembered clearly being devoured by the starstorm, even as his true spirit armor melted away. His physical form was far superior to those of his peers, yet such terrifying power couldn’t possibly leave him unscathed. How could he have survived without a scratch?

Was it an illusion?

Before this thought fully formed, Lin Xuan suddenly felt a cool sensation. His heavy eyelids opened, and the voice became clear: "Master, Master."

A beautiful face greeted his vision. Her features were strikingly sharp, her body long and graceful, exuding a unique beauty.

The Fairy Peacock!

"Yuan Yuan!"

Seeing his beloved wife, Lin Xuan's expression was complex with confusion. How could he not have perished in the starstorm and instead reunite with his wife?

Despite his extensive knowledge, Lin Xuan couldn’t fully understand this situation.

Could everything just be an illusion?

But how possible is that?

Lin Xuan remembered the excruciating pain of being devoured by the starburst; every detail was incredibly real. He even recalled those bizarre chaotic laws. If it were an illusion, what would explain these things?

"Yuan Yuan, where did you find me? How was I when you found me?"

Overjoyed to see his wife, Lin Xuan was also deeply troubled by the events of earlier. He urgently wanted a reasonable explanation.

"You found me right here. At that time, your eyes were tightly closed, and your expression was filled with pain. I tried to wake you up but couldn’t."

"Oh, how long did you call for me?" Lin Xuan pondered aloud. He felt he had a vague idea but still couldn’t piece it together.

"It’s hard to say, maybe just about one tea time."

"Brother Lin, don't think too much; you were trapped in the mist of a nightmare, and everything that happened was an illusion," a melodious voice echoed into his ears. A flash of light appeared from his waist pouch, revealing an ancient scroll.

As it slowly unfurled, two young women came into view.

Of course, one was Yue'er, and the other was Xiao Die.

Xiao Die spoke.

"A nightmare? What is that?" Lin Xiang felt this term was unfamiliar. "And how could it be an illusion when I remember the chaotic laws generated during the starburst?"

"Brother Lin, you know my true form is a Phantasm Moth, so you know more about illusions than ordinary cultivators. A nightmare is a legend."

"A legend?"

"Yes, some say it’s one of the oldest and most mysterious true spirits; others claim it originated from the heavenly realm…" (To be continued...)

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