Lin Xuan's face was filled with disbelief.
Ever since he had set foot on the path of cultivation, he had experienced more twists, dangers, and miraculous encounters than could be counted. By all rights, he should long since have been able to remain unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed before his eyes!
But the scene before him was simply too absurd. How could Tian Xiaojian be here?
Lin Xuan felt a wave of dizziness pass through his mind, and for a moment he almost thought he had mistaken him for someone else. But very quickly, he flung that thought beyond the nine clouds.
Impossible. Although he and Tian Xiaojian had been parted for a thousand years, the man's impression in his mind was profound. Even with only a fleeting glimpse, there was absolutely no possibility of mistaking him.
Only, how had that Little Fellow come to Underworld Hell as well?
Even with Lin Xuan's broad knowledge and experience, at this moment he racked his brains and still could not make sense of it.
Tian Xiaojian was different from other Cultivators.
Since Lin Xuan had stepped onto the path of cultivation, though he had gone through no few dangers and setbacks, in general, everything had still been smooth sailing.
Especially the absurd speed of his cultivation—it could be called unprecedented, with no one before him and no one to come after. In merely several thousand short years, he had cultivated to the middle stage of Tribulation Transcendence.
With that kind of speed, even the Asura of old would have had to bow in defeat.
Lin Xuan not only cultivated rapidly, his strength also far surpassed beings of the same rank by a great deal. Challenging those above his level put no pressure on him whatsoever, and cultivators of his own generation