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第四卷 七星岛 第五百七十六章 符宝

The woman left without a second thought, leaving the Corpse Infant staring in shock. Her expression darkened for a moment before she forced a smile, revealing a faint sneer.

"Hmph, it's better this way. With me alone, I can still retrieve the treasure and won't have to share with anyone."

With those words, the Corpse Infant opened its mouth and exhaled a grayish-white gas that enveloped its body, propelling it forward.

...

At the same time, Lin Xuan paused his steps, his face filled with a serious expression.

"Young Master, what's wrong?"

Lin Xuan did not respond but turned to carefully examine his surroundings. There was nothing out of the ordinary, so could he have imagined it?

However, for some reason, Lin Xuan felt an unease in his heart, unable to pinpoint why. It was as if danger was about to approach.

"Better safe than sorry," he thought, raising his vigilance and continuing forward.

After a while, Lin Xuan frowned deeply at the scenery before him. He found himself surrounded by thick fog that seemed sticky and had an effect of shielding one's divine sense. There was no discernibleprohibition, but several times, he tried to dispel it with his powers only for it to re-form almost instantly.

But this was not all; the entire journey through Yanzhou Region had been strange enough, yet after so long a chase, the Corpse Infant remained nowhere to be seen. Lin Xuan began to doubt if he had taken the wrong path or fallen into some trap set by that monster.

His eyes flashed with determination as he pondered these thoughts.

Suddenly, an astonishing surge of essence energy shot up from somewhere. Lin Xuan was startled and turned his head to look.

Seeing this, he quickly retreated, but it was too late.

A flash of light appeared, forming a yellow protective shield that covered the area around him. The shield seemed circular, encompassing everything within a hundred or so feet.

Lin Xuan's expression darkened as he flicked his sleeves and summoned the Flying Cloud Sword. He cast an Inner Refinement Method on it, causing the sword to grow and transform into a fierce blue light, which descended with force.

Sizzle...

The long sword of essence energy looked impressive but was like water in a stone. The shield remained unscathed.

Lin Xuan's expression turned grim. Even the divine aura of an old monster would not react so indifferently to his attack. What kind of array could have such formidable defenses?

But he had no time to think as a blood-red light suddenly appeared before him, flickering and transforming into a talisman the size of a palm.

"What is this?"

Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes. This talisman was completely different from any he had seen before. Not only was the material of the paper special, but the essence energy fluctuations were astonishingly powerful.

A small sword was drawn on it.

This was not a five-element talisman nor an ordinary special spirit talisman. What kind of treasure was this?

Lin Xuan, despite his extensive experience, could not figure out its nature...

Suddenly, the talisman ignited without wind and transformed into a tiny sword that emitted a bright light. A primitive-looking immortal sword appeared before him.

From several dozen feet away, Lin Xuan's breath became labored as he felt an intense pressure. His forehead was covered in fine sweat, his face pale.

Could this be...

Lin Xuan suddenly thought of a possibility and his heart trembled.

"Young Master, could this be a talisman treasure?"

"Mei'er, did you think the same?"

"Hmm!" The Soulless Youth nodded, her expression showing hints of despair. Lin Xuan's own face mirrored hers; was he really going to perish here?

Back then, when pursued by the Ghost Emperor or captured by Fairy Peacock, Lin Xuan had never felt such a sense of defeat.

But compared to those experiences, this situation seemed insignificant...

Talisman treasures were rare in today’s cultivation world. Strictly speaking, they weren't meant for mortal realms but reserved for Separation Realm cultivators who feared failing the heavenly tribulation and chose to remain here, refining these talismans.

Using the skin of a transformed beast as a carrier, combined with several precious materials, and refined through secret methods, the result was merely special spirit paper.

Then, high-level Separation Realm cultivators sealed part of their innate treasures within it—only those that were intimately linked to their essence could be used this way.

Finally, they cultivated for years using true fire before a talisman treasure was complete.

The complexity and materials required made such treasures impractical for most Separation Realm cultivators. However, for other cultivators, these were unimaginable treasures, as the power imprinted within them belonged to Separation Realm cultivators' innate treasures!

While not comparable to the true might of a Separation Realm cultivator, even lower-grade talisman treasures could rival an early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

In other words, if someone held such a treasure, they would be revered like an old monster.

Of course, there were drawbacks. Only Condensation Core cultivators could use them, and the power imprinted within was limited, unable to replenish once expended.

Moreover, achieving condensation core was already difficult for most prodigies, let alone forming a foundation. As for Separation Realm... it was something they dared not even dream of.

Those willing to go through the trouble to create talisman treasures were few and far between, almost extinct in this realm. Even if any existed, they would likely be kept by certain sects or families as heirlooms, only used in dire situations.

Thoughts of talisman treasures flashed through Lin Xuan's mind, his smile growing bitter.

Facing such legendary treasures trapped within a strange light shield, did he still have a chance to turn danger into safety?

...

Boom!

As Lin Xuan was ensnared by the terrifying killing array, far away in an unknown valley, a loud explosion echoed. A stone lion several feet tall suddenly paused mid-stride. Its brow center glowed red as a one-foot-long flying knife shot out from it. From this point, countless fine lines spread across the lion's body, shattering into various sizes of stones with a thunderous sound.

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