This journey through the Thousand Lakes had been fraught with danger and twists and turns.
Yet Li Xuanxiao had reaped a bountiful harvest.
Inside Old Turtle's shell, Li Xuanxiao had gathered a great many heavenly treasures in advance.
Once Di Nüfeng broke open the shell and he realized he could use his spiritual power again, Li Xuanxiao swiftly swept the surrounding heavenly treasures into his Storage Ring.
None of those inside Old Turtle's shell had been minor figures; even the weakest had been in the Nascent Soul Realm.
Still, such matters were far too thrilling and perilous—unsuitable for baby Li Xuanxiao's constitution.
He could easily be scared to death, so there had better not be a next time.
Li Xuanxiao sorted and categorized the treasures he had brought back one by one.
These riches had other great uses!
Li Xuanxiao took out the Poison Scripture again.
His greatest gain this time had been obtaining the second half of the Poison Scripture.
His comprehension of the Dao of Poison could now advance by another great step.
This feeling of growing stronger bit by bit truly put one at ease.
Li Xuanxiao let himself be happy for a brief moment.
But soon, his expression grew solemn again.
It was not that Li Xuanxiao wanted to keep himself constantly wound tight; circumstances simply forced his hand.
First, there was the transmigrator hidden deep within Great Xia's imperial palace: the Old Emperor.
He harbored ill intentions toward him, a fellow transmigrator.
Note: (The Myriad Souls Banner was highly likely in this man's possession.)
Second, there were the threats lurking within Shu Mountain.
Feng Liuli, Lu Ziyin, Su Wan, Jiang Luoshui, and the missing Senior Disciple... and so on...
At any moment, they could become the chief culprits behind Shu Mountain's destruction.
That dream of