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第四卷 七星岛 第五百六十五章 仙境屠场

The light flashed. The sword energy struck the surface of the whirlwind, but it was like mud flowing into the sea. This scene did not surprise Lin Xuan; he had merely been testing.

Reaching out his hand, he pointed at the ancient shield hovering above him. Accompanied by a sound of metal clashing, the shield suddenly grew larger and stood before Lin Xuan's face.

Red light flowed across the surface of the shield, with large talisman characters flickering incessantly, emitting an ancient and primitive aura.

Woo.

The whirlwind collided with it, causing the ancient shield to shake violently. However, it successfully blocked the attack. Lin Xuan heaved a sigh of relief. The protective array of the Purple Profound Sect might be incredibly powerful, but these residual restrictions should not pose much of a threat to him.

Of course, Lin Xuan did not linger here for too long. Who knew what changes the array would undergo in the future? He walked towards the central point of the array as he had determined.

What Lin Xuan did not know was that when he was breaking through the array with great effort, somewhere in a small valley, purple light flashed, and an emaciated cultivator appeared out of thin air. In his hands, he held a jade box, displaying an extremely appreciative expression—this was the traitor mentioned by Sword Obscuring Palace.

Surrounding him was a layer of pale blue protective film. From the fluctuations in essence energy, it was clear that this was not a low-grade Foundation Establishment cultivator but a peak Core Condensation expert, surpassing Lin Xuan.

This guy had been concealing his cultivation all along.

Exiting the teleportation array, he felt a bit dizzy and took some time to adjust before surveying his surroundings.

Soon, his expression changed as he turned into a blue streak, flying towards the horizon…

Boom.

A loud explosion echoed. Lin Xuan formed hand seals with both hands, causing three layers of protective films surrounding him to flash wildly, blocking the sudden release of energy.

Creak.

An ear-piercing sound rang out as the talisman shield was pushed back. However, taking advantage of this momentary gap, Lin Xuan kicked off and retreated like a ghost, quickly moving backward.

But his retreat was swift; the released essence energy was even faster. Just as he slowed down, Lin Xuan felt his body tremble violently. Fortunately, the protective罩 released by the Nine Heavens Bright Moon Ring was formidable. The red and blue colors of the protective shield continuously intersected, dissipating most of the impact force. With the inner Heavenly Shield protecting him, he suffered no significant harm. Quickly, he rushed out of the range of the essence energy explosion.

Lin Xuan stumbled a bit but took a deep breath as his internal power flowed continuously, stabilizing his stance.

"Master, are you alright?" Yue'er reached out to support him, only to pass through him. Her clear eyes flashed with a hint of sadness; she had no physical body before condensing her essence into an元婴.

"Still fine."

Lin Xuan smiled slightly as he looked ahead. The air seemed to ripple like water, and the scenery underwent tremendous changes. That small hill had vanished.

A square appeared in front of him.

"This is an illusion. That mountain was fake," Yue'er's face showed surprise.

"Hmm." Lin Xuan nodded but his expression was grave.

Like the entrance plaza with the archway, this one was also paved with white jade, but it was much larger. From where he stood, Lin Xuan could not see its end, though the floating clouds on the square obstructed his view.

Surrounding the square were pavilions and terraces, all like palatial buildings.

Further ahead, there were several large incense burners, two-ear three-legged, towering seven to eight zhang high, exuding a grandeur that was hard to match.

These things were not unfamiliar to Lin Xuan; many cultivation sects had them for sacrificial purposes.

The square was not an unbroken whole. In the central position, there was a small river about several dozen feet wide, dividing it into northern and southern halves.

Above the river, several arch bridges spanned, also elegant in design, exquisitely crafted to the extreme.

This scene was like a fairyland, but Lin Xuan's expression did not show any signs of intoxication. Instead, his face was grim.

There were corpses scattered across the square, with some marks from spiritual artifacts and magical treasures on the bridges and incense burners.

"Master, how could this be?"

Yue'er widened her beautiful eyes, her delicate face filled with shock. It was hard to imagine that a fairyland-like place would resemble a slaughterhouse.

"Ask me? Who should I ask?"

Lin Xuan sighed, releasing his divine sense to scan the area. After a rough estimation, there were hundreds of corpses here, intermingled in various postures. The battle must have been fierce.

"Could it be an external enemy?"

"Hmm, very likely." Lin Xuan nodded, agreeing with Yue'er's analysis. Although the corpses from both sides were mixed and their clothes had long since decayed into dust, making it impossible to determine which faction they belonged to, one side was clearly the aggressor while the other defended.

Perhaps that array was also destroyed by these people.

"But isn't the Purple Profound Sect a reclusive sect? Why would it be attacked by external enemies?"

Yue'er wrung her fingers, looking puzzled.

"There's nothing strange about this. The so-called seclusion is merely their attitude towards cultivation. While these sects' cultivators indeed do not interact with the outside world, everything has its exceptions. For example, if they cannot produce certain materials themselves, they might still go out to exchange them. Besides, in the江湖, one's fate is often beyond control. Even if you want to avoid trouble, it doesn't mean that trouble won't find you."

"Your point makes sense."

After saying this, Lin Xuan turned around and looked around. He did not have the heart to analyze what had happened to the Purple Profound Sect; after all, it was something from a few million years ago. Even if he knew everything, what benefit would that bring him?

What Lin Xuan was most concerned about were two things: how to get out of this place and whether there might be any treasures left behind. After all, the Purple Profound Sect's strength was formidable; even after experiencing some disasters, it was still possible for valuable items to remain.

Throughout his journey, he had endured much hardship. Lin Xuan naturally did not want to leave empty-handed.

Thinking of this, his eyes scanned the square. Apart from the already decayed corpses, there were many scattered spiritual artifacts and talismans.

Of course, some were undamaged.

Others, due to their lower grade, had turned into ordinary iron after so much time had passed.

Such things were not uncommon; the spirit nature of treasures did not fade with time, but spiritual artifacts would gradually lose their power over time. Eventually, they became nothing more than sharp tools. It was said that many secular martial arts weapons lost their magical power and became ordinary tools.

Lin Xuan had only heard this legend before, but now he saw it with his own eyes.

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