For cultivators, years held no meaning. In the blink of an eye, Lin Xuan had spent another three years in this desert.
Of course, those three years had not been passed in vain. Lin Xuan had mastered all his various Dharma Treasures, including the Spirit Formula Cauldron. Now that his Dual Infant One Core had all advanced, and he had gained quite a few new treasures as well, his strength had soared by who knew how many times compared with a hundred years ago.
The treasures had also long since been sorted through. On this trip to the Ethereal Immortal Palace, Lin Xuan's gains were so great that none of his previous adventures could compare.
In short, everything that needed doing had already been done. There was no need for Lin Xuan to waste any more time here. It was time to return to the Cold Soul Ice Plain.
After a hundred years without a word from him, that little girl Xiang'er was probably frantic from waiting.
Lin Xuan sighed. Then, no longer hesitating, he gathered away the Formation Flags around his cultivation cave. Blue light flared around him, and he transformed into a streak of brilliant radiance, leaving the place with the speed of wind and lightning.
The Cold Soul Ice Plain.
The battle of the Snow Fox Clan a hundred years ago had completely changed the balance of power among the Demon Race here. Originally, the three factions had stood like the three legs of a cauldron; now the Snow Fox Clan prospered beyond compare, while the Cold Mouse and Ice Bear clans had been reduced to vassals.
A hundred years was neither long nor short. The Snow Fox Clan had occupied even more resources, and in that brief century, they had grown ever more flourishing.
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