Lin Xuan was already thinking of retreating.
The reason he had risked sneaking underground was to see if there were any benefits to be had.
He had never imagined that what was sealed here would actually be an Ancient Demon Saint Ancestor.
Although the other party's fleshly body had long since been destroyed, and now only a wisp of remnant soul remained.
This body, hastily seized, was limited by its foundation and for the moment could only recover its cultivation to the late Dongxuan Realm, but to Lin Xuan, he was still an unimaginably formidable enemy.
Against him, Lin Xuan had not the slightest confidence.
Of course, the most crucial point was that even if he won, Lin Xuan still had no idea what the benefit would be.
Weighing the pros and cons, leaving right now was the most correct choice.
A strange light flickered in his eyes. Lin Xuan had already settled on a plan.
Yet at that very moment, a rumbling sound entered his ears. The demonic mist before his eyes churned violently, then was all sucked into the body of the fellow who called himself a Saint Ancestor.
Afterward, he revealed his true face beneath Mount Lu.
He was no longer the Two-Headed Four-Armed Monster. His originally burly frame had suddenly shrunk by a great deal, becoming no different from an ordinary person.
Only one head remained, and with star-bright eyes and handsome features, he had actually changed from an ugly monster into a handsome youth.
If there was any single thing that differed from an ordinary person, it was the slit in the center of his forehead. That was definitely no scar or anything of the sort. Lin Xuan saw it perfectly clearly—it was the Third Eye, merely unopened.
In just a few short breaths, that