Lin Xuan was no longer what he had once been. He had long since cultivated to the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage, and the richness of his dharma power far surpassed that of ordinary cultivators of the same rank. Yet even so, bean-sized beads of sweat had seeped across his forehead, and his dharma power was on the verge of being overdrawn.
For the current him, driving the Bailing Seal was still far too forced.
Perhaps only by becoming a Dao Ancestor like Tian Xiang could he use this treasure at will.
Lin Xuan sighed inwardly.
Yet matters had already come to this. Where did he have any room to retreat?
So he drew in a breath and ignited the Source Fire.
Though doing this was no different from drinking poisoned wine to quench thirst, at this moment, how could he still care about so much?
Getting through the crisis before his eyes first was what mattered most.
Lin Xuan sent out one spell incantation after another.
The Bailing Seal shot out spiritual light in all directions.
Within the hazy halo, countless void shadows of True Spirits emerged.
For a time, True Dragons danced through the air, phoenixes soared to the nine heavens, and astonishing energy erupted.
"Transform!"
Along with Lin Xuan's loud shout, an inconceivable scene appeared.
The void shadows of those True Spirits blurred slightly, then actually transformed into treasure after treasure.
Sabers, spears, swords, halberds—they likewise encompassed the eighteen kinds of weapons.
Every one of them was profoundly marvelous to the extreme, possessing inconceivable spiritual energy.
"True Spirit Divine Weapons!"
In the distance, Fairy Yutong cried out in shock. This woman was worthy of being the number one expert of the Spirit World; her experience and knowledge were indeed vast.
If one asked whether there were treasures in