Moreover, he was already riding a tiger and unable to get off; even if he wanted to regret it now, it would be useless.
Once the bow was drawn, there was no turning back. Since he had chosen the path of competing in magical power, how could he simply give up because he said so?
He would go all out!
Either you die or I live. He truly did not believe that after he had ignited the Source Fire, disregarding the danger of his realm dropping and taking such a huge risk, he still could not outlast this little fellow surnamed Lin.
His thinking had not been wrong to begin with. Unfortunately, how could Lin Xuan be measured by common sense? As time passed, undisguised agitation finally appeared on Ghost Saint Tianyou's face.
Lin Xuan's expression, however, remained perfectly at ease.
Then he merely flicked his sleeve, and a streak of spiritual light shot out.
The radiance dispersed, revealing a small and delicate Jade Bottle before their eyes.
He pulled out the stopper, and a refreshing fragrance drifted out from within.
Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk!
And it was a treasure that had been purified.
Lin Xuan tilted his head back and swallowed it down. As the medicinal effect dissolved, his magical power began to increase at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Although Lin Xuan was only a cultivator at the middle stage of Tribulation Transcendence, in terms of the density and depth of his magical power, he was in no way inferior to late-stage existences.
Even if the other party had ignited the Source Fire, there was not the slightest chance of victory in competing against him in magical power.
Originally, Lin Xuan had no need to take the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk at all. The reason he deliberately did