How could one catch tiger cubs without entering the tiger's den? Even knowing full well that the road ahead was perilous, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and keep walking down it.
With a sigh, Lin Xuan casually swept out several streams of Sword Qi, and a deep pit appeared in his field of vision. Then, with a flick of his sleeve, he sent that ancient cultivator's remains into the pit.
Lin Xuan was someone who would not rise early without profit, but burying this man's bones before him was merely the lift of a hand.
For such a thing, Lin Xuan was not stingy. The immortal path was long and endless, every step bristling with thorns. Who knew how far he himself could go? Though he spoke of pursuing the path of longevity, Lin Xuan had not the slightest confidence that he could truly attain the Dao and become an immortal.
Now, seeing this ancient cultivator fallen for no clear reason, his corpse undecayed after ten thousand years, buried within the cold ice, Lin Xuan felt, deep in his heart, a measure of melancholy.
After all, people were not grass and trees. Who could be completely untouched by sorrow?
To be stirred by the scene before one's eyes was only natural.
Yet ever since he had chosen this rugged road toward immortality, Lin Xuan had bid weakness farewell.
If not for his incomparably firm will, he likely would not even have been able to reach Foundation Establishment, much less possess his current strength. Taking a deep breath, Lin Xuan's expression once again became utterly resolute.
Without the courage to place oneself in death ground and then seek life, it was impossible to take the initiative in seeking opportunities on the immortal path.
Green light surged around