A trace of gloom flickered across Lin Xuan's face, and his brows knit tightly. Then he sighed, reached out, and slapped his waist, and a small bottle appeared in his hand.
He tipped his head back and dripped a drop of Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk into his mouth. The magic power within his body was instantly replenished by thirty to forty percent.
After that, Lin Xuan did not hesitate in the slightest. He raised both hands, tracing path after path through the void, while mysterious, ancient incantations came from his lips.
Those syllables were strange to the extreme, completely different from the pronunciations of every race's present languages, as if they had come from the ancient era.
Azure light flickered ceaselessly around Lin Xuan.
Then it turned red.
Five-colored halos spun like flowing glass, looking ancient and mysterious.
Then those spiritual lights suddenly surged, expanding outward as if alive. Very quickly, they spread to cover an area of about a mu, concealing Lin Xuan's figure.
A somewhat muffled explosion entered the ear, and then an inconceivable scene appeared before the eye. Those spiritual lights scattered, yet nearly a hundred Lin Xuans came into view.
Each one's movements were different, yet their appearance and build were all lifelike to the extreme, reaching the point where the false could pass for the real.
A few more breaths passed, and the nearby space began to twist and collapse. The nearly hundred Lin Xuans scattered in a rush, all vanishing from where they stood.
"Hm?"
Ten thousand li behind him, demon fog churned, and a gray-white escape light abruptly came to a stop.
The radiance withdrew, and a beautifully crafted Beast Carriage came into view.
Sitting atop it was a ferocious-faced immortal cultivator; it was none other than Heavenly Corpse Sect's Old Devil Gu.
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