Seemingly illusory, seemingly real!
Strange lights flickered endlessly over the surface of every cluster of light, and no one knew whether the treasures hidden inside truly existed or had been conjured from magic power. But no matter what, their might was enough to make one click one's tongue in shock.
Each one was no weaker than an ordinary Innate Object.
As expected of the Immortal World's strongest.
And the number was even more staggering—there were hundreds, even thousands of them.
Lin Xuan had never personally witnessed such a terrifying attack that blotted out the sky and covered the earth before; he had not even heard of one, let alone faced it alone in the flesh.
That bitter, bracing taste was beyond words.
"Husband!"
Yue'er and Yuanyuan's lovely faces lost all color.
They wanted to share the burden and help him, but the whip was too short to reach.
In truth, even if the distance had not been so great, adding the few of them would only have meant a few more dead souls.
After all, the attack before them had already reached a realm beyond imagination. Lin Xuan had absolutely no chance of survival.
Unless he also became a Dao Ancestor, how could the crisis before him be resolved?
Breaking through in adversity—such a thing naturally existed in theory.
However, Lin Xuan was not even a True Immortal at present, so how could he speak of becoming a Dao Ancestor?
Could he only bind his hands and wait for death?
No!
That did not fit Lin Xuan's character.
Even if he clearly knew that ten deaths held no life, he would still fight.
In any case, the result would not be worse than it was now.
Moreover, although Lin Xuan had no hope of becoming a Dao Ancestor in the