The vortex was dazzling to the extreme, with faint traces of having torn open the void. Its surface was covered in arcs of pale-golden lightning, and with a single glance, it seemed gorgeous and mysterious to the utmost.
The crackling sound entered his ears again. Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and a faint sense of unease rose in his heart. Up in midair, that Tribulation Transcendence Stage old monster in brocade robes and a tall crown actually showed a trace of strain on his face as well.
Yet his hands still waved at high speed, and mysterious, ancient incantations flowed unceasingly from his mouth. Judging from his appearance, he was clearly preparing some extraordinary secret art.
Only, under the current circumstances, what sort of secret art could possibly be effective?
Was he going to perform a Soul Searching Technique on all the cultivators and mortals in Wentian City at once?
The thought spun through Lin Xuan's mind, and then he himself burst into a voiceless laugh.
The other party probably truly did want to, but such a thing—forget a Tribulation Transcendence Stage cultivator—even if a True Immortal descended here, he would likely only be able to think about it.
What a joke. Although Wentian City could not be called a super-giant city, it still stretched for over a hundred li, with a population of no fewer than ten million. To perform the Soul Searching Technique on so many people at the same time—before any result could be obtained, he would probably be the first to suffer backlash from the power of his divine sense.
So on this point, Lin Xuan was not worried in the slightest. But if the other party was doing this, then what exactly was his purpose?
Apart from confusion, there was still only confusion. Watching