According to Lin Xuan's instructions, the Devil Race members of Xianyun Sect indeed no longer disturbed him lightly.
And each day, Lin Xuan took medicine and meditated, then refined the medicinal power into spiritual energy. The entire process was naturally dull to the extreme; if it were any ordinary person, eight or nine out of ten would not be able to persist. Yet Lin Xuan pursued the immortal path with a single heart, and found it sweet as honey.
Time flew like a shuttle, like a white colt flashing past a crack. Before he knew it, eighty years had already passed.
Grass and trees withered and flourished once each year. Let alone Lin Xuan's cultivation cave, even the entire valley was covered in a thick layer of dust, like an ancient tomb sealed away for ages.
Of course, over these eighty years, it was not as though Lin Xuan had never come out at all.
It was the thirtieth year after he had entered seclusion. Xianyun Sect met with a great calamity.
Lin Xuan was not very clear on the specific cause. In short, over ten Dongxuan Realm Ancient Demons came charging to their gates.
The disciples of the sect were naturally terrified to the extreme. Let alone the fact that the sect was now in a lean generation, even in its prime, before the two Supreme Elders had fallen, there would absolutely have been no way to face such a disaster.
Although they still had Lin Xuan, an elder who had joined halfway, one against ten left them with no hope whatsoever. After all, among those ten-plus invading old monsters, there was no lack of late-stage Ancient Demons—fully three or four of them.
In short, no matter how one looked at it, Xianyun Sect was facing a great