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第五卷 天云十二州 第九百八十一章 断剑

Lin Xuan heaved a sigh of relief, while Wu Yun'er's fair face turned even paler. For the young cultivator facing the mountain net and the small condensation core stage peril, this was truly an unforgettable terrifying experience.

Fortunately, the final day劫 did not descend upon them. Lin Xuan glanced back; since they had left the range of the storm cloud, he naturally wouldn't waste time. His body emitted a bright green light as he rolled up Wu Yun'er and soared towards the horizon.

The surrounding mountains remained undisturbed, but this time there was no danger encountered—quite unusual indeed. However, Lin Xuan did not relax his vigilance; he released his immensely powerful divine sense outwards.

As time passed, the temperature rose steadily. The sparse low shrubs on the mountain had been scorched to a crisp, and the sky turned an eerie crimson hue.

At such temperatures, ordinary mortals would be unable to withstand it, but as a cultivator, Lin Xuan was naturally unconcerned. His protective spirit light remained cool, effectively shielding him from the searing heat.

In just a short while—about a cup of tea's time—Lin Xuan had flown nearly a hundred miles.

The temperature here was even more alarming. The ground had turned fiery red and resembled molten rock. Dark crimson clouds swirled in the sky, accompanied by rumbling sounds like distant thunder.

"Uncle Senior—" Wu Yun'er's face paled as she involuntarily recalled their recent ordeal. Lin Xuan remained calm; although these clouds looked strange, they had nothing to do with the storm cloud. For low-ranking cultivators, this might be troublesome, but for his own divine abilities, it was something he could ignore.

Lin Xuan waved his sleeve and a streak of green light shot out, rapidly expanding into a white hurricane that pushed away the clouds.

Continuing on his journey, Lin Xuan soon spotted a towering mountain peak in the distance. Although the surrounding mountains were rugged, this particular peak did not stand out much. However, Lin Xuan's face brightened; he had found what he was looking for.

Lin Xuan slowed down and stopped.

As they say,沧海桑田—though it had been countless millennia since the ancient cultivator faced his tribulation, the landscape here had completely changed. But the Ninefold Minor Heaven Tribulation was no small matter, so Lin Xuan could still find some clues here.

That's right!

Lin Xuan closed his eyes and released his divine sense to search meticulously in the vicinity.

"Master, what exactly are you looking for? Since the senior failed the tribulation, shouldn't all the treasures have been destroyed?" Mo'er's curious voice entered his ears.

"It’s not certain. Although this ancient cultivator would use all their abilities against a tribulation, it doesn’t mean everything was destroyed." Lin Xuan shook his head. "Based on my speculation, at most ten percent might be lost, so some should remain. Besides, even if they were completely destroyed, these are treasures from the Separation and Union stage—residual fragments would still have great value."

"Ah!" Mo'er nodded, thinking it over; Master had a point. Not all treasures were suitable for tribulation. Some powerful artifacts might be useless against a heavenly tribulation, making them more likely to remain intact.

Though the young girl was still uncertain, she didn't dare disturb Master at this moment.

Lin Xuan concentrated his divine sense and searched meticulously within a radius of over ten miles—both artifacts and fragments should be scattered here.

After a short while, Lin Xuan's face brightened. He shook his sleeve, releasing dozens of green sword qi that grew to several feet in length and slashed forward.

The hard rock crumbled like tofu under the sword qi, followed by the deep red soil. This was similar to clearing out a cave but much easier.

Soon, a large hole was carved into the mountain waist.

Wu Yun'er watched curiously; her divine sense couldn't detect any treasures hidden within the mountain.

After some time, a glimmer of light entered Lin Xuan's sight, and his face brightened. He shook his sleeve again, and those green sword qi vanished without a trace.

Then, he raised another hand, forming a claw in mid-air and gently grabbed at the newly carved cave.

Green spirit light emerged, coalescing into a monstrous claw several feet long, which plunged into the mountain hole.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Fragments of stone fell like rain. Through his divine sense, Lin Xuan clearly felt he had grasped something, but it was struggling to break free from the giant claw.

Lin Xuan was not alarmed; so many years later, the spirit remained intact—certainly a non-trivial treasure.

He wouldn't let the sword escape. With both hands, he injected more magical power and then the green light flashed as the giant claw retracted.

What he held was a broken sword, with only a few inches of blade remaining. The remnants of the blade were covered in fine cracks, giving the impression it could break at any moment.

Yet, this unassuming broken sword proved difficult to contain, especially without its master.

It was hard to imagine how formidable this sword must have been when fully intact, driven by an ancient Separation and Union stage monster.

Lin Xuan's gaze was completely drawn to this treasure. He summoned the monstrous claw, which transformed into a streak of green light enveloping the broken sword before landing in his palm.

Holding the broken sword, Lin Xuan felt its spirit tenaciously trying to break free from his grasp. Lin Xuan wouldn't let it succeed; he took a deep breath and finally managed to calm its agitation.

Lin Xuan examined the sword closely. Despite his extensive experience, he couldn't determine what material this sword was made of—no clues at all.

"Mo'er, do you recognize it?"

"I'm sorry, Master, I don’t know either," Mo'er shook her head. This material was very peculiar; even hearing about it was rare.

Lin Xuan extended a finger and touched the blade, producing an ancient sound. Despite its cracked surface, this treasure remained extremely hard.

Even though Lin Xuan hadn't tested it himself, he felt that even Qinghu Sword or Nine Heavens Bright Moon Ring would struggle to sever such a broken sword.

What kind of treasure was this?

Lin Xuan was deeply puzzled. While he had never seen the abilities of Separation and Union stage cultivators, his own innate treasures should not be so extraordinary.

How could one describe this? It didn't seem like an ordinary artifact at all.

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