Thirty great Demons, yet not a single Near Dao Scripture obtained... No, that was not quite right. It was not that none had been obtained, but that no new ones had been obtained. They were all duplicate scriptures, utterly useless.
His consciousness swept through the Soul Suppressing Pagoda, bringing a measure of comfort to Lin Xuan's irritated heart.
Eight great Demons at the pinnacle of Earth Immortal had provided 150.4 million years of cultivation time, bringing the total cultivation time to 172.9 million years.
However, a full twenty million years had been consumed restoring his strength during the process, leaving him with 152.9 million years.
This wave of great Demon assassins had brought Lin Xuan hundreds of millions of years of cultivation time. He had truly made a fortune beyond his wildest dreams.
It was only a pity that he had not obtained a Near Dao Scripture. It was not quite perfect.
"Sect Master..."
Wu Mingyao's gaze was rather complicated as she called out woodenly.
His combat power was formidable, his recovery swift; after such a fierce battle, Lin Xuan was still at his peak. Thirty great Demons had seemed like nothing more than a joke. This was far too absurd.
Wu Mingyao discovered that the more time she spent with Lin Xuan, the more unfathomable he became.
Compared to the entire history of the Upper Realm, Wu Mingyao dared say with certainty that a monstrous being like Lin Xuan had never appeared before.
"What is it?"
Lin Xuan turned his head. All his various states had long been deactivated, and he had returned to normal. The arrogant, domineering gleam in his eyes was gone, replaced by an approachable air.
"N-No... nothing..."
"Sect Master, your divine might leaves Mingyao in endless admiration!"
Wu Mingyao spoke, her voice still trembling.
Lin