Gazing at the rolling mountains stretching before him, Lin Xuan could not help feeling somewhat moved. Back then, Yuanyuan had been a lord of this place, and the scene of his meeting with his beloved wife was still vivid in his mind.
A trace of tenderness surfaced in Lin Xuan's eyes, but very quickly, it was replaced by ruthlessness.
Yuanyuan was still cultivating in seclusion on Five-Colored Spirit Mountain. At this moment, it was no time for romantic entanglements.
This was the Luo Clan's secret headquarters. Presumably, most of their experts should all be gathered here, including that great cultivator at the Nascent Soul Late Stage.
But that did not matter. He had already advanced to Lihe. No matter how many enemies there were, if they matched themselves against him, they would be nothing more than moths flying into the flame.
Lin Xuan had never liked dragging things out. Since he had already made his move, he would eliminate the Luo Clan's threat with the force of thunder.
A flash of ferocity crossed his eyes. Lin Xuan's shoulders trembled slightly, and he had already entered the Kui Yin Mountain Range.
As a forbidden land for cultivators, this mountain range was vast to the extreme, and demonic beasts were countless. But to the current Lin Xuan, they posed not the slightest threat.
He did not conceal his trail, yet his terrifying pressure made the demonic beasts wail endlessly. They were too busy hiding and fleeing to dare take the initiative to attack.
In less than an hour from start to finish, Lin Xuan arrived at Mochou Valley.
It was much the same as when he had uprooted the branch altar. He had only just drawn near when he encountered patrolling cultivators on guard.
However, their realms were far higher than the