Lin Xuan sat cross-legged in the quiet room, eyes tightly shut, green light flickering all over him. His hands each formed an incantation gesture and rested flat before his chest.
Three feet above his head hovered a jade-green Jade Slip, so lush it seemed about to drip.
A moment later, Lin Xuan opened his eyes and beckoned with his hand. The Jade Slip flashed with green light and flew back into his palm.
Lin Xuan pressed it to his forehead and poured his divine sense into it...
On this journey, Lin Xuan could truly be said to have weathered wind and rain, but his gains had also been extremely abundant. In particular, in the Kui Yin Mountain Range, after his transaction with Hundred Poisons Divine Lord, Lin Xuan had obtained something passed down by the Ink Moon Tribe for a thousand years.
Unfortunately, that fragmentary cultivation art required Old Ancestor Hun Yuan's soul essence to open. What was recorded in this Jade Slip was only one of its divine abilities.
Even so, its power was no small matter. Once mastered, it would be enough to make his cultivation soar by a large margin.
Of course, in this short span of time, Lin Xuan had no energy to cultivate it. He was merely snatching a little leisure amid his busyness to comprehend it slightly.
After about the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Lin Xuan put down the Jade Slip, his brows faintly furrowed.
"Young Master, what is it? Could it be that this cultivation art still can't be practiced?" Yue'er's crisp voice rang beside his ear.
"No. Hundred Poisons Divine Lord didn't lie to me. It's just..." Before Lin Xuan could finish speaking, a streak of fire suddenly flew in from outside.
It was a Sound Transmission