Even its demon soul had been wiped out, leaving only a fist-sized Demon Core spinning wildly in midair.
Lin Xuan naturally had no reason to let such a treasure go. With a sweep of his sleeve, a streak of Azure Glow shot from within it. After a slight whirl, it transformed into a large hand over ten feet long, and without the slightest pause, it tore straight through the void, like a gale, like lightning, viciously grabbing toward the Demon Core.
This time, nothing unexpected happened. He obtained the Demon Core smoothly.
Without another word, Lin Xuan put it into the Storage Bag at his waist.
Afterward, Lin Xuan looked back at the void behind him.
The clouds were pale, the wind gentle; on the surface, nothing seemed amiss. Yet while the eyes could not see far, divine sense could reach hundreds of thousands of miles away.
The strength of Lin Xuan's divine sense was already comparable to a True Immortal's.
Within the Cloud Sea, several streaks of Escape Light had already appeared indistinctly and were rushing in this direction at extreme speed.
Their cultivation levels varied, but they were undoubtedly all at Tribulation Transcendence, clearly old monsters who, because of the Flat Peach Grand Ceremony, had taken Lin Xuan for a fat sheep.
Lin Xuan's face darkened to the extreme.
It made no sense. An ordinary Tribulation Transcendence Stage cultivator's divine sense could not possibly reach hundreds of thousands of miles away; even domain experts could not do it.
Along the way, he had already changed direction several times, so why could they still find him accurately?
Lin Xuan lowered his head and pondered for a moment.
He clenched both hands, and a burst of crackling sounds like bones exploding rang in his ears. At the same time, spiritual