For a time, spiritual radiance flashed, and multicolored brilliance kept surfacing in midair.
In the end, it turned into a great mass of glowing light, wrapping around the demonic scorpion.
No matter how desperately the other party struggled, it was useless.
Only after a full half cup of tea did the spiritual radiance gradually dim.
The clouds were pale, the wind was light, and that ferocious demonic scorpion had vanished without a trace.
It was as if everything just now had been nothing more than passing smoke and clouds.
"Whew!"
Lin Xuan drew a deep breath and exhaled the turbid air in his chest. Sweeping his gaze around, he saw that the desert had already returned to its quiet peace. The duel just now had come quickly and ended just as quickly, without drawing over any other busybodies. It seemed what the Spirit Race Saintess had said—that the True Spirits buried here, while still terrifying in strength, possessed divine sense only equivalent to a Foundation Establishment-level cultivator—had not been empty slander.
"Let's go!"
A place of trouble was not one to linger in. Lin Xuan did not know what had happened here in ancient times, but the fact that even the Heavenly Demon Saint Ancestor had fallen in this place proved all the more that the road ahead was full of hardship.
But he would not shrink back.
So what if there were thorns at every step?
The path of cultivation was one that had to pass through trials and twists to begin with. No matter what, he would not return empty-handed from this trip.
As the thought turned through his mind, Lin Xuan's figure blurred, transforming into a faint, almost indistinct Escape Light that flew forward.
Yue'er naturally would not hesitate.
As long as the young master made