Ouyang Hua and Dark Prison Thunder Owl vanished from the world forever.
A Spatial Ring fell from the air, and Lin Xuan raised a hand to draw it in.
His consciousness entered it, and the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth twitched. "There's actually nothing in here. What a broke bastard..."
Ouyang Hua would never have imagined that he would still suffer such humiliation after death.
But he was one who followed the path of survival. A cunning rabbit had three burrows—how could he possibly carry his belongings on him?
He had long since hidden all his resources somewhere he considered safe.
Of course, there had not been much to begin with. After cultivating to this point, the resources consumed were still immense.
Lin Xuan disgustedly put away the Spatial Ring. It could still fetch a few spirit stones, at least.
His consciousness swept through the Soul Suppressing Pagoda. His cultivation time increased by 550 years, reaching 9,410 years.
"What a pity. If those two hadn't fused, I probably could've gained another 550 years."
With a sigh, Lin Xuan put away his battle saber and left with the conflicted-looking Xu Wanrong.
This time, he did not change direction again. Following Xu Wanrong's guidance, he pushed forward at high speed.
Meanwhile, within the Gate of Yang, inside that dazzling golden palace, Xiang Tianhao and Wu Wei stood facing each other.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
The sound of Wu Wei's applause echoed through the palace.
"Emperor Venerable truly has a grand hand. To think you devised such a heaven-shaking scheme."
"This humble monk is rather curious—what kind of cultivation method is recorded within the Taiyin Jiyang Immortal Scripture?"
"To transform mortal veins into immortal veins... if Emperor Venerable truly succeeds, then in this heaven-defying second life, you will undoubtedly become the number one person