Qin Yan had not fallen; Fairy Yutong's sword strike had merely startled her into retreat.
Storm clouds gathered once more. The Outer-Domain Heavenly Demon's conspiracy had already left the entire Spirit World crying "wind in the grass, cranes in the air," every rustle sounding like an enemy.
Sects and clans, great and small, all behaved as if facing a formidable foe.
Rogue Cultivators, unless it was absolutely necessary, also did their utmost to reduce the number of times they went out.
This was why, all along Lin Xuan's journey, the cultivators he encountered could be counted on one hand, and even the Immortal Cities and Marketplaces seemed somewhat desolate.
After learning the full story, Lin Xuan sighed, yet for some reason, he also let out a breath of relief. Even he could not quite explain why, and if one insisted on asking, Lin Xuan would most likely refuse to admit it.
Qin Yan was now an Outer-Domain Heavenly Demon, but deep down, Lin Xuan still did not wish to see her fall.
If others learned of such a thought, perhaps they would find it absurd, but Lin Xuan had always been someone who cherished old ties.
One day later, Lin Xuan left this place.
He had already cleared up the doubts in his heart, and this Immortal City was far too small. Here, it was simply impossible to inquire after any clues related to the Asura Seven Treasures.
Since staying was of no use, why waste time here for nothing?
The impression the Hundred Thousand Mountains had left on Lin Xuan could not be called anything but profound; tracing it to the root, it was still that his own strength was insufficient.
Although Lin Xuan also understood that, once one's cultivation reached his realm, every further step was as