"The Asura King reincarnated?"
After listening to Yue'er's gentle account, even with Lin Xuan's shrewdness, astonishment showed on his face despite himself.
Though at the Indeterminate River, Lin Xuan had known the little girl was hiding secrets, he had never imagined, not in ten thousand guesses, that it would be something this earth-shaking.
The lord of the Underworld had once, a million years ago, slaughtered the Spirit World until blood ran in rivers, and even true immortals had fallen. Lin Xuan was left tongue-tied; for a moment, it was rather hard to digest.
"Yue'er, you're not joking with me, are you?" Lin Xuan swallowed hard. Though in his heart, he knew the little girl would not lie.
"Young Master, I know this matter is too terrifying. When Yue'er first heard of it, I was lost and helpless too. You... you won't stop wanting me, will you?"
The girl spoke weakly, her delicate, pretty face filled with unease. Asura—behind that name lay far too many debts of gratitude and hatred. She truly feared the young master would shrink back. After all, becoming enemies with true immortals required courage far beyond calmly walking to one's death.
To cultivators, the soul scattering was not the most terrible end. In the hands of certain mighty cultivators, they had a thousand, ten thousand methods to torment their foes, leaving them unable to live and unable to die.
To live forever and ever in agony—that was what made the heart tremble with fear the most.
Lin Xuan thought of all these questions in an instant.
The immortal path was difficult. Who did not hope to live free and unfettered? Lin Xuan's creed was to seek fortune and avoid danger.
Never mind becoming enemies with true immortals—even a mid-stage Lihe cultivator could easily crush him to death.