Throughout the entire process, Lin Xuan watched coldly from the sidelines. Seeing the other party's fleshly body collapse and self-destruct, great joy appeared on Lin Xuan's face. With a flick of his sleeve, the Black Gold Dragon Scale Shield turned into a layer of dazzling light that wrapped around his entire body, and only then did his expression settle back into calm.
This kind of self-destruction was different from a cultivator staking everything by detonating his Nascent Soul or Inner Core. Its power was far smaller, and it posed little threat to him; the Black Gold Dragon Scale Shield was more than enough to block it. Afterward, Lin Xuan released his divine sense with all his strength, confirming that the Old Devil had not escaped with his Primordial Spirit. Only then did Lin Xuan finally feel at ease.
Time waited for no one, but this time his luck really had been quite good. Thinking back on what he had gone through during those nine days and nine nights, Lin Xuan's back was also drenched in cold sweat.
If the Old Devil had caught him, his fate would certainly have been one where he could neither live nor die as he wished.
An existence of the Dongxuan Realm was not someone his current self could provoke.
But with this, his enmity with Poison Dragon Old Ancestor could be considered truly forged. Lin Xuan opened his eyes. There were no treasures scattered nearby that the Old Devil had left behind. This was a place of trouble, and he should not linger. Otherwise, if Poison Dragon Old Ancestor refused to let the matter go and his true body chased him here, there would be absolutely no reason he could escape.
Lin Xuan raised his head and, without the slightest hesitation, drank a drop