If Lin Xuan's estimate was correct, he needed exactly twenty-four Near Dao Scriptures.
"The Upper Realm is vast enough, so gathering them won't be a problem. But if there are further realms beyond the initial Dao Origin, I'm afraid I'll need forty-eight. A world with such a long history... should have enough, right?"
Lin Xuan's words, spoken in an exceedingly uncertain tone, remained within the Soul Suppressing Pagoda as his consciousness returned to his body.
To Ling Pianran, only an instant had passed outside, yet Lin Xuan had already risen to his feet.
At the same time, an incomparably sharp sword aura erupted from Lin Xuan's body.
Sword light burst through his body and soared into the heavens, gathering into a Sword River across the firmament.
As the Sword River surged past, it seemed to cleave open the pitch-black sky of the Black Soul Forbidden Land, a sight of extraordinary terror.
"The Long River Heavenly Sword Foundation seems several times stronger even than the Sword Raven Clan's prodigies. I wonder what they would think if they saw this?"
"An Innate Sword Immortal? Hehe..."
Ling Pianran laughed. She seemed to have long grown accustomed to Lin Xuan's Mysterious Phenomena.
The Black Soul Forbidden Land was no different from the other forbidden lands in terms of environment.
This was the battlefield between the Soul Devouring Clan and Pure Yang Heaven, and the two sides had borne deep grudges for a long time.
Since the fourth Dark Riot, the entire Upper Realm had known that the Black Soul Forbidden Land had seen the fiercest fighting, with countless battles of every scale.
The reason was simple: the Soul Devouring Clan posed an incomparably immense threat to the lifeforms of Pure Yang Heaven.
Although Eastern Continent, where Pure Yang Heaven was located, was not inhabited