"Today, you will die!"
Lin Xuan's voice rang out once more. Lan Chu Yan's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.
No matter what, she had never imagined that Wu Mingquan and Fu Qiu, who had come to rescue her, would be forced back by the Nineteenth Princess.
But what stunned her even more was that the instant Lin Xuan's words fell, he drew his blade and retreated.
Everyone froze, unable to make sense of it. They did not understand why Lin Xuan was declaring that Lan Chu Yan "must die" while retreating himself.
"Has he given up?"
This absurd thought surfaced in the minds of all living beings.
Yet they did not know that Lin Xuan had already sunk his consciousness and entered the Soul Suppressing Pagoda, where everything outside had frozen in place.
Standing upon the Other Shore land, Lin Xuan set all his immortal scriptures into motion.
His immortal soul strode across the Other Shore land as his cultivation time was rapidly consumed.
Lin Xuan resonated with the surging vitality deep beneath the earth, advancing without pause. With every step he took, the boundless life force beneath his feet rose higher, as though it were about to burst through the soil.
"Pfft!"
Suddenly, a soft sound arose across the Other Shore land as a vividly red Other Shore Flower broke through the earth.
It was still only a flower bud, yet the red radiance upon it was dazzling, and it was incomparably gorgeous.
At the same time, with its appearance came dense sounds of earth breaking open across the Other Shore land. Before long, the entire vast expanse was filled with Other Shore Flowers.
Lin Xuan stood amid the sea of flowers, the red glow casting him in an especially clear and ethereal light.
"Sixty-eight million years,