One careless move, and the whole board was lost.
By the time Lin Xuan realized the other party harbored wicked intentions, he could no longer move.
Because of his earlier carelessness, the Fire of the True Spirit had not been obstructed in the slightest and had come directly into his Dantian Sea of Qi. This was the place where a cultivator stored their magic power, and also the dwelling place of the Nascent Soul and Demon Core. Its importance went without saying.
Once his dantian was breached by the other party, even if Lin Xuan were a Daluo Golden Immortal, there would be no power to reverse the situation.
Although Lin Xuan was still hazy on what twists and turns had led to this, he already understood his present circumstances with perfect clarity.
Damn it. Even a wise man, after a thousand considerations, was bound to miss one. He had weathered countless great winds and mighty waves—could he really capsize today in a filthy ditch?
He was clearly on the verge of advancing to the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, yet he was going to fall here for no reason at all?
There was no need to mention the gloom in Lin Xuan's heart; his remorse had reached an indescribable extreme.
Yet so what? In the world of cultivation, no one sold medicine for regret.
If he wanted to escape this crisis, the key still lay in his own efforts.
Lin Xuan gnashed his teeth, naturally unwilling to give up just like this.
But the situation he faced now was indeed unfavorable. His whole body could not move, and his magic power was no longer under his own control.
To put it simply, it was as if his hands and feet had been bound, yet he had to face a fully armed,