Meanwhile.
Creak...
A sound that set one's teeth on edge entered his ears. All he saw were dazzling spiritual lights of every color, and that deep-blue protective barrier finally dimmed.
When Lin Xuan saw it, joy rose in his heart despite himself, and he let out a long breath of relief. This barrier truly was no small matter; even using the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire had cost him no little effort.
Had it been another immortal cultivator of the same rank, perhaps there truly would have been nothing they could do. Even after displaying every art at their disposal, they would have been unable to open the thing, entering Treasure Mountain only to return empty-handed.
Pfft...
With a low sound, the barrier, after dimming to its limit, finally split open, and the things inside entered his sight.
At a rough glance, they looked utterly unremarkable—nothing more than a row of wooden shelves and several chests a few feet wide.
But a trace of excitement flashed through Lin Xuan's eyes. He knew what he was doing; the treasures he wanted were inside.
Judging from how tough that barrier had been, the things stored in this treasury definitely would not disappoint him.
Lin Xuan could not help licking his lips. He lowered his head, his gaze first sweeping over the wooden shelves.
What had been placed on them were actually ancient books, one after another.
That was right—books.
Demon-Transformed were different from cultivators. They had carved out another path onto the road of immortality, obtaining great divine abilities capable of moving mountains and overturning seas by fusing with demon beast crystal cores.
The senses of Demon-Transformed were sharpened to the extreme, and they also had their own unique methods of sensing an enemy's existence and strength, but for them, there was no