Does fortune lean on disaster, and disaster hide beneath fortune? Could it be that his harvest from this trip to the Ethereal Immortal Palace had been too abundant, drawing the jealousy of the heavens?
Lin Xuan let his thoughts run wild in gloom.
But thinking was thinking; his movements were not the least bit slow.
The Ink Moon Heaven Witch Art already had the effect of returning to simplicity and truth. Lin Xuan clenched both hands again, pushing his aura-concealing and stealth technique to the utmost.
Yet whether he could actually slip past the other party's eyes and ears, Lin Xuan had no confidence. After all, a Tribulation Transcendence-level existence was on a completely different level from a Spirit Division Stage cultivator. Fortunately, both of those spiritual auras were incomparably powerful, but they were clearly one pursuing and one fleeing; to say they could hardly take care of themselves was no exaggeration.
In other words, even if the other party discovered him, they might not be willing to grow new branches outside the joint.
As that thought flashed through his mind, Lin Xuan visibly relaxed a little compared to a moment ago. Even so, with a flick of his sleeve, a talisman slipped from within it, and Lin Xuan gripped it tightly.
Though by common reasoning, the possibility of him being dragged into the disaster was not high, there was no such thing as being too careful. Lin Xuan still prepared the Random Teleportation Talisman he had obtained from the Demon World.
With this item, even if he faced a Tribulation Transcendence old monster, he should be able to get away safely.
Although using it up would be somewhat regrettable, compared with his little life, it was naturally not worth mentioning. Lin Xuan was perfectly clear on which was light