This was hardly strange. After all, what he had experienced back then had long since made Marquis Heaven Origin hate Lin Xuan to the bone. The enmity between the two had already reached the point where they could not live under the same sky.
Lin Xuan was no longer what he had been.
But Marquis Heaven Origin also prided himself on being far from the mere Tribulation Transcendence Early Stage cultivator he had once been.
So what if Lin Xuan was the leader of the Immortal Dao Alliance? In his eyes, he was nothing more than a clown leaping on the beam.
When there was no tiger in the mountain, the monkey proclaimed itself king.
Even if Lin Xuan's momentum was now unmatched for the moment, could he truly compare with his own True Immortal inheritance?
The suffering Lin Kid had inflicted on him back then—he would definitely claim it back a hundredfold, a thousandfold.
Marquis Heaven Origin's face was full of savage malice, and he was far from the only one who bore hatred toward Lin Xuan.
The sky was somewhat dim. This was a wasteland, a place rarely touched by human tracks, where a deep, secluded devil cave yawned open.
It was so deep its bottom could not be seen, and thick devilish qi flowed within.
Roars kept carrying to the ear, filled with pain as if from wild beasts in their death throes.
This lasted for the time it took to drink a cup of tea before suddenly turning into delighted laughter.
Yet that laughter was like a night owl's cry. "Haha! Heaven has not forsaken me. This old man has turned disaster into fortune—not only have I successfully advanced to the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage, I have also comprehended a domain."
"Little Fellow surnamed Lin,