Doubt lingered in Lin Xuan's heart.
Being lost was not his fault. Even the strongest person, faced with such a crisis, would inevitably show a few weaknesses of temperament.
What mattered was how to respond, how to overcome it.
Lin Xuan was clearly an extraordinary cultivator. His confusion and weakness appeared for only the briefest instant before they were successfully replaced by resolve.
Knowing full well there were tigers in the mountains, he still chose to walk toward Tiger Mountain.
At a time like this, there had never been many choices to begin with. The result of retreating would only be death. If that was the case, he might as well stake everything on one throw.
Once he made his choice, every trace of panic vanished from Lin Xuan's face.
He closed his eyes.
Though he could not move at this moment, fortunately, the circulation of his magic power was not hindered in the slightest.
Lin Xuan drew a deep breath and began examining the magic power within his body.
Compared to his peak condition, he had only a little over seventy percent.
And that was still thanks to his frenzied drinking of Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk. Otherwise, at this moment, he would most likely already have burned the oil dry and exhausted the lamp.
The Bailing Seal reappeared in the middle of the Blue Star Sea, reflecting the beautiful points of light around it, looking resplendent to the extreme.
Two Nascent Souls sat cross-legged. Above their heads, the True Spirit Inner Core floated slowly.
The expression on Lin Xuan's face grew increasingly solemn, and all his attention was focused on the True Spirit Inner Core.
If he wanted to resolve this crisis, this object was clearly the key.
Lin Xuan had experienced something similar before. Only, at this moment, the