With a light flick, a streak of red light instantly shot out from the Command Token.
Pop...
A soft sound rang out.
It had shot into an inconspicuous spot in the void. In the next instant, spatial ripples suddenly surged, and the empty air seemed to melt away a piece of itself. A passage about a zhang wide appeared before his eyes.
Without another word, Lin Xuan flew out.
"You... how did you appear here? Where is Martial Uncle Zhong... Zhong?"
Unfortunately, the moment he showed himself, before he even had time to steady his footing, a cry of alarm reached his ears. The voice even seemed somewhat familiar. Lin Xuan was slightly taken aback and raised his head.
Ahead of him stood over a hundred immortal cultivators, packed shoulder to shoulder.
All of them were at Dongxuan or above, and scattered among them were even seven or eight old monsters at the Spirit Division level. The person in the lead was an elder with a head full of silver hair, his face filled with astonishment, as if he had seen a ghost.
The expressions of everyone else around him were much the same.
One by one, their eyes went wide, their mouths gaping so far they could have swallowed duck eggs whole.
"How are you still alive? Weren't you already supposed to have had your soul scattered to the winds?"
The Silver-Haired Elder's face was full of bitterness as he spoke dryly. In truth, he already had a faint guess in his heart, but no matter what, he was unwilling to believe it. Martial Uncle Zhong was an immortal cultivator at the Minor Tribulation Transcendence Stage, a full major realm above Lin Xuan, and he also had comprehension of the Laws of Heaven and Earth. How could an existence