Three months later, Lin Xuan finally emerged from the Cultivation Room.
Though he looked somewhat weary, the excitement on his face could not be hidden.
Wearing out iron shoes in a fruitless search, only to find it without the slightest effort—when he thought of his gains this time, even with Lin Xuan's depth of shrewdness, he could not help feeling the urge to throw back his head and laugh wildly.
His luck was simply too good.
Ghost Emperor Haotian—Lin Xuan had captured him alive with the original intention of soul-searching and tormenting him. After all, back in You Province, he had suffered quite a bit at his hands.
Now that his divine abilities had grown stronger, of course it was time to repay grievances with grievances and vengeance with vengeance.
This had nothing to do with being narrow-minded. In the cultivation world, one ought to settle gratitude and enmity to one's heart's content.
Who would have thought that the old fellow had cultivated some bizarre secret art and, not knowing the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth, would actually try to seize his body? In the end, he had instead been devoured by Lin Xuan, Primordial Spirit and all.
Lin Xuan had originally thought it would be nothing more than ordinary nourishment, but who would have known that the soul power contained in Haotian's Primordial Spirit was far greater than he had imagined?
After the Second Nascent Soul digested it, signs of an imminent breakthrough faintly appeared.
One could imagine the joy in Lin Xuan's heart. After all, he had only dabbled in the Profound Demon Great Art, and among his two infants and one core, the Demon Infant was the hardest to advance.
This small disturbance had unexpectedly solved his difficult problem.
Put simply, it