Lin Baichuan's return appeared calm and uneventful, causing no great stir. Yet in truth, his name had already spread completely among the upper echelons of the Myriad Races.
Having cultivated for less than a thousand years, yet possessing the combat strength of the Immortal Emperor Realm.
Walking the path of ancient body cultivation, he had relied on his own strength to withstand the encirclement and slaughter of twelve Immortal Emperor Realm Experts from the Demon Race. He had even carved a bloody path straight through them and departed in grand fashion.
Such a record was not something anyone dared to overlook lightly. It was enough to shake the Myriad Races.
In fact, Lin Baichuan's information had already appeared on the desks of countless upper-echelon figures among the Myriad Races.
Everyone knew that the human race had produced another peerless prodigy.
So long as such a monstrous talent did not die prematurely, his future would be boundless.
It was precisely because of this that orders were issued throughout the Myriad Races, raising Lin Baichuan's ranking on the Must Kill List by several more levels.
At the same time.
Within human territory, the upper echelons of the major factions were likewise stunned upon learning of Lin Baichuan's information. One after another, they issued orders to seek him out, hoping to befriend him.
However, what no one expected was that after Lin Baichuan returned to Hangu Pass and submitted his mission, he immediately chose to enter seclusion.
In the blink of an eye, half a year quietly passed.
This day.
Inside the courtyard cave abode, within that immortal palace, Lin Baichuan sat cross-legged. His aura swept out like a mountain flood, while waves of heart-palpitating sharpness erupted from his body, evolving into a saber domain around him that filled the sky.
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