A flush of green showed on Lin Xuan's face, and the Azure Phantom Nether Fire grew even more turbulent. In contrast, the demonic qi on the surface of the shield rapidly dispersed.
After only a few short seconds, a soft pop rang out, and the shield was completely shattered!
Ning Wanshan was visibly moved. He understood the profundity of this restriction better than anyone, yet it had been broken so easily. His master's divine abilities were probably far above those of an ordinary Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator.
No wonder he had been able to destroy the Corpse Demon. The cultivation world respected the strong above all else, and as Ning Wanshan looked at Lin Xuan, the awe in his gaze grew even deeper.
"Why were you imprisoned here? What exactly happened with the Ning Family?" Lin Xuan, however, betrayed no emotion and spoke lightly.
He asked this not because he meant to test him. The disciple whose soul he had searched had been too low in cultivation and knew only the shallowest surface details. Lin Xuan wanted to understand the situation more thoroughly.
As the saying went, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles.
Only by understanding the opponent clearly could he prescribe the right medicine for the illness.
"Yes." Ning Wanshan naturally did not dare conceal the slightest thing and slowly recounted the matter.
The Ning Family had been established for a thousand years. Its descendants were numerous, and its incense flame was extremely flourishing. For a cultivation clan, this had originally been a good thing, but unknowingly, it had also planted hidden danger.
Back then, the Ning Family Ancestor had been elegant and dashing. Though he was a man of the immortal path, he was extremely greedy for