The Spirit World was vast beyond measure, and countless extraordinary men and strange talents had set foot upon the road of immortal cultivation. Yet the immortal path was rough and treacherous. Never mind finally rising into the skies in a haze of rosy clouds—even cultivators able to step into the final realm were still few and far between.
Every single one of them was a figure who possessed tremendous fortune and divine abilities.
Looking across the Ice Sea Realm, throughout the Human and Demon Races, the only Tribulation Transcendence existence was Mystic Ice Ancestor. Yet at this very moment, this legendary mighty figure was in a state of utter wretchedness. He had practically stumbled out of that Spatial Rift.
Lin Xuan's pupils shrank slightly. To meet a Tribulation Transcendence existence by chance was absolutely a stroke of fortune for an ordinary immortal cultivator. If one could receive the other party's support, the benefits would be too many to count.
However, there were always exceptions to everything!
The Mystic Ice Ancestor before him was already like a clay Bodhisattva crossing a river—hard-pressed to save himself. How could Lin Xuan still hope for him to bring him any benefits? If he could avoid being swept in and suffering like fish in a moat caught by a city fire, he would already be burning high incense in gratitude.
Lin Xuan had gone from a mere mortal to the mighty cultivator he was today, experiencing countless storms of blood and rain along the way. He had long since forged a decisive character through bloody tempering.
The situation was terrible to the extreme. Although he did not immediately activate the Random Teleportation Talisman, he clenched both hands, and all sorts of intricate, profound incantation gestures spread from his fingertips, wrapping around his entire body. There