"Whew!"
Lin Xuan let out a breath. After enduring countless hardships and dangers, he had finally slain this formidable enemy. The difficulties and twists throughout it all were simply beyond counting. Since setting foot on the path of immortal cultivation, he had fought countless battles, but this had almost been the most perilous one.
He had nearly fallen!
If Taowu's secret art had not gone wrong on its own, the ending might very well have been entirely different.
Just thinking about it left Lin Xuan with lingering fear.
Fortunately, everything was now in the past.
As time passed, the surging Heaven and Earth vitality gradually calmed.
Lin Xuan raised his head and looked toward the place where Taowu had fallen.
An enormous sword scar appeared in his sight, so deep its bottom could not be seen.
A rumbling sound entered his ears. The power of that sword strike had been far too majestic; it had almost split open the magma underground.
It was incomparably dangerous, but Lin Xuan did not care. He had been the one who caused it in the first place, and with his strength, even bathing in magma would pose no problem.
Lin Xuan's figure flashed, and he arrived beside the sword scar. He released his divine sense, and soon made a discovery.
He raised his hand. With a flash of spiritual light, a Demon Core the size of a dragon's eye flew out from within.
It was pitch-black as ink, yet it emitted a luster like the stars of the Ninth Heaven. Faint threads of the power of laws seeped out from it.
Taowu, as one of the Four Evils of the Spirit World, was not a True Spirit, yet it surpassed a True Spirit. The value of this Demon Core was impossible to estimate.