What should he do?
Lin Xuan was dumbfounded.
He had only considered the danger of doing this—if his Nascent Soul could not absorb that much, it might be stretched until it burst, and he would explode on the spot and die.
But the two rejecting each other, making absorption utterly impossible—this was a situation he had never even imagined.
How could this be?
Things had exceeded his expectations, and the expression on Lin Xuan's face was ugly to the extreme. As the saying went, Heaven never sealed off every road for man, but in this situation, was the heavens trying to make him die?
Naturally, Lin Xuan was unwilling to accept that.
But in the current situation, he truly had no idea what he should do.
In such urgency, even if a True Immortal changed places with him, what good idea could they possibly come up with?
If the Nascent Soul would not work, could the Demon Core absorb this thing?
A thought flashed through his mind like lightning striking flint.
There was no time now to ponder further. He could only treat a dead horse as if it were alive and try to doctor it.
Thinking so, Lin Xuan no longer hesitated. As the thought flashed through his mind, the Demon Core began spinning with a whir.
Its speed grew faster and faster, five-colored spiritual light flowing ceaselessly over it.
Then, an inconceivable scene appeared.
Those fiery-red, gold-tinged specks of light hovering in midair actually seemed to have lives of their own, flying toward the Demon Core that was the size of a dragon's eye.
Lin Xuan's face tightened to the extreme, terrified that the same rejection from just now would appear again.
It was not that his temperament was not steady enough. Even if Lin Xuan truly could