This trip to the Desolate Ancient Land had truly brought no small harvest. Even if he could not find traces of the Primordial King Beast, it had absolutely been worth it.
Lin Xuan had already comprehended the Law of Power. If it came to close-quarters combat, without using Dharma Treasures or secret arts, he would not even fear a Demon Race expert at the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage.
This was no exaggeration. One force could subdue ten skills, valiant beyond compare; Lin Xuan's fleshly body had already been tough to the extreme, and comprehending the Law of Power was like adding wings to a tiger.
Treading on the void, with one punch, he could shatter heaven and earth. Lin Xuan was still at the early Tribulation Transcendence Stage, but on the foundation of his original strength, he had risen another level.
His chance encounters and fortune made others envious, yet comprehending and breaking through amid struggles of life and death, dancing on the edge of a blade—how many people had such boldness and courage?
A portion of toil, a portion of harvest. Lin Xuan's achievements today were by no means mere coincidence. He had fought for all of them with sweat, with his life.
As for what to do next, Lin Xuan pondered briefly and soon made his decision.
Since he had already come into the depths of the Desolate Ancient Land, there was no need to hurry back out.
In the vicinity, the figures of Ancient Beasts were growing more and more numerous. If he continued wandering, it was truly possible that he might discover clues to the legendary King Beast. Lin Xuan possessed countless rare treasures, but the Inner Core of a Primordial King Beast was also of immense use to him. Now that such an opportunity had