After the Demon Core successfully condensed, Lin Xuan still did not leave his cave residence. For one thing, the core needed further stabilization; for another, he still had other matters to attend to.
With a flick of his sleeve, Lin Xuan sent a streak of firelight flying out. It was a Sound Transmission Talisman. He had been in seclusion for half a year; Yue'er was surely somewhat worried.
He would tell the little girl that everything was fine, and only then could he put his energy into cultivation.
After sending out the Sound Transmission Talisman, Lin Xuan slowly closed his eyes and regulated his breathing in seated meditation. About two hours later, his slightly pale complexion had clearly grown much rosier.
Lin Xuan reached out and tapped his waist. A palm-sized shield flew out, black light flickering over it. Countless strange patterns covered its surface; from a distance, they looked just like dragon scales.
It had originally been a top-tier Ancient Treasure, but countless fine cracks had appeared across those dragon-scale-like patterns.
In the battle against that Nascent Soul Late Stage Puppet, the other party, in order to kill Qin Yan, had not hesitated to choose self-destruction.
The power of the explosion had been unparalleled. Although the Black Gold Dragon Scale Shield had not been completely destroyed, unless it was properly refined once more, there was no hope of restoring it.
Lin Xuan glanced at the damaged treasure above his head and sighed. His Nascent Soul escaped from his body.
Its little mouth opened, and a line of fire shot onto the Black Gold Dragon Scale Shield.
If it were an ordinary immortal cultivator, once the Nascent Soul left the body, they naturally would not be able to move. But Lin Xuan was not seriously affected. While refining the treasure