Of course, Lin Xuan had not come here to make enemies of Ancient Beasts.
Primordial King Beasts were incomparably powerful, but they were things one could only encounter by chance and never seek out. The Flying Cloud Wasteland was boundless and vast; there was simply nowhere to search for traces of such mighty creatures.
Besides, though swallowing a Primordial King Beast's Inner Core brought endless benefits, it could not make one advance a stage out of thin air. To his current self, it held little meaning.
Lin Xuan had come here to refine a treasure. The might of the Ink Moon Witch Palace was far too vast; even the slightest leakage of its power could bring a calamity that blotted out the heavens.
Refining this treasure at the Cloud Hidden Sect's main headquarters was too dangerous, and so Lin Xuan had come to this death ground before him, where human traces were all but absent.
Looking out, it truly was a stretch of desolation. Lin Xuan's face revealed an extremely satisfied expression.
Then his figure flashed, and he flew toward the depths of the wasteland.
The Flying Cloud Wasteland was one of the ancient forbidden lands of the Nailong Realm that had existed since the primordial era. It was incomparably vast. Human tracks were rare here, yet powerful Ancient Beasts were as countless as carp crossing the river. Few Cultivators dared venture into its depths.
Yet Lin Xuan could not be measured by common sense. Since he wanted to refine the Ink Moon Witch Palace, he naturally needed a quiet place, and the depths of the wasteland were the best choice.
Lin Xuan did not conceal his aura. Along the way, he encountered almost no setbacks. Just a thread of the might of a Tribulation Transcendence Stage mighty figure leaking