It was a race against life and death. Lin Xuan did not dare think too much.
His cultivation time was draining at a terrifying rate. In the outside world, only an instant had passed, yet the Soul Suppressing Pagoda's cultivation time had already dropped by 15,000 years, leaving only 39,250 years.
But under the accumulation of that vast amount of time, Lin Xuan's Speed Intent had also improved, rising from forty percent to fifty percent.
The next moment, Lin Xuan's speed suddenly surged, doubling outright and fully reaching the level of an ordinary Adamant Realm cultivator.
Xiang Feiyu and Xiang Baiwei suddenly frowned.
For no other reason than that the rate at which the distance between them and Lin Xuan was closing had slowed somewhat.
"Fifty percent Speed Intent?"
Xiang Feiyu suddenly cried out.
Xiang Baiwei's face darkened to a terrifying degree. Even Xiang Feiyu had sensed it, so naturally he had noticed as well.
He simply could not understand how Lin Xuan had done it.
If Lin Xuan had only just comprehended it, that was utterly impossible. But if Lin Xuan had been concealing his abilities before, Xiang Baiwei did not believe that either.
Being chased by an Adamant Realm cultivator and still daring to hold back? How was that any different from courting death?
He might as well have stayed where he was, stretched out his neck, and waited to be chopped off.
The two of them fell increasingly silent.
Fortunately, the distance was still shrinking. That was at least something.
Lin Xuan also let out a slight breath of relief. "That should be about enough. There's no need to rush the improvement. At this speed, I can notify City Lord Liu."
The boulder in Lin Xuan's heart eased somewhat. The perception of Heart Lightning continued probing ahead,