Before long.
Lin Xuan arrived outside Shouyang Mountain, where Laozi's Daoist sanctuary stood.
The moment he pressed down the rainbow light, a rich fragrance wafted over, instantly lifting Lin Xuan's spirits.
He glanced around.
He saw patches of spiritual roots scattered in an orderly fashion throughout Shouyang Mountain. Each one breathed in the Innate Spiritual Qi on the mountain, producing all sorts of wondrous phenomena.
Even the worst of these spiritual roots was at the level of a low-grade Innate Spiritual Root.
Even the lower-grade acquired spiritual roots, inferior by another degree, were not worthy of Taishang Laozi's notice.
Lin Xuan could not help sighing inwardly.
I fear that seventy or eighty percent of the Innate Spiritual Roots in the Primordial World have been gathered here.
No wonder Taishang Laozi could refine the Nine Revolutions Golden Elixir, which could revive the dead, restore flesh to bare bones, and allow anyone who ate one to immediately become a Grand Unity Golden Immortal.
With so many Innate Spiritual Roots to practice with, even a pig could be piled up into an alchemy master.
Not to mention that Laozi himself possessed profound talent in the Alchemy Dao.
However.
All these Innate Spiritual Roots would belong to him from now on!
Looking at Shouyang Mountain, shrouded beneath the Innate Two Forms Dust Illusion Annihilation Formation, Lin Xuan could not help curling his lips into a smile.
Then, with a thought, he moved.
The God-Slaying Spear, the foremost innate treasure of slaughter, appeared in Lin Xuan's hand. Its entire body was dark, and it radiated wisps of baleful energy.
Relying on the formation expertise inherited in his mind, Lin Xuan effortlessly deduced the weak point of this mountain-protecting formation.
Then he gently poked it with the God-Slaying Spear.
In an instant, a shifting gap appeared before Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan walked into the formation with ease, as if he were returning home.
There was nothing he could do about it.
After all, Lin Xuan's master was Sect Master Tongtian.
He was the only supreme master of formations in the Primordial World, and Lin Xuan had inherited all his insights into formations.
Combined with the God-Slaying Spear in his hand, this formation, which lacked a Saint personally presiding over it, was no different from paper to him.
But speaking of which.
Among the three brothers transformed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit, Laozi was the founder of the Primordial World's Alchemy Dao, while Tongtian himself was a master of formations. It seemed that only Yuanshi was mediocre at everything.
Aside from his cultivation, he had nothing else worth mentioning.
After finishing his complaints inwardly, Lin Xuan headed straight for the Grand Supreme Eight Sceneries Palace at the summit of Shouyang Mountain.
Taishang's Eldest Disciple, Xuandu, was there guarding the sanctuary.
Ever since Lin Xuan had ransacked Primordial Heavenly Venerate's Jade Void Palace, Taishang Laozi had ordered his disciple Xuandu to guard the sanctuary.
He wanted to prevent the same thing from happening again.
In Laozi's eyes, his disciple had already reached the Late Stage Quasi-Saint realm and could break through to the Late Stage Quasi-Saint realm at any time.
Apart from himself and the other six Saints, Xuandu could be considered one of the top experts in the Primordial World.
With him guarding the sanctuary, Laozi could rest easy.
Yet Xuandu, who had been entrusted with Laozi's hopes, suddenly felt uneasy.
He silently performed a divination to deduce the heavenly secrets, but found nothing unusual.
Still unable to put his mind at ease, Xuandu decided to go out and patrol Shouyang Mountain.
The moment he stepped out of his quiet chamber, he saw a figure leisurely wandering around the Eight Sceneries Palace.
When Xuandu recognized the figure, his pupils suddenly contracted.
The Interception Sect's Senior Disciple Brother, Lin Xuan!
How dare he!
How dare he trespass into a Saint's sanctuary!
Was he not afraid of death?
Xuandu immediately circulated all his mana and assumed a defensive stance.
He prepared to notify his master, Taishang Laozi, to return.
Xuandu reckoned that, as a Late Stage Quasi-Saint expert, he could at least exchange a couple of moves with Lin Xuan and stall until his master returned.
By then, Lin Xuan certainly would not be able to withstand the thunderous might of the Saint.
Just as Xuandu made up his mind, he heard a voice filled with pleasant surprise.
"So you were here. Perfect—that saves me the trouble."
Immediately afterward, Xuandu saw a wildly domineering fist flying toward him!
For a moment, Xuandu felt time freeze and space shatter, while the lives and deaths of the myriad heavens endlessly cycled within that fist.
A vast will imprisoned his entire body in place. He could do nothing. His mind went blank, leaving only that ever-growing fist.
"Bang!"
Xuandu, the dignified Eldest Disciple of the Human Sect, the first disciple of Taishang Laozi, and a Late Stage Quasi-Saint expert,
had his Primordial Spirit scattered by Lin Xuan's bare fist and fell into a state between life and death.
It was not that Xuandu was too weak.
It could only be said that Lin Xuan's physical strength was too overwhelming!
Since ancient times in the Primordial World, no cultivator had ever tempered their physical cultivation to such a level.
Even the Twelve Ancestral Witches, once renowned throughout the Primordial World for their physical bodies, had never reached such a realm.
Not to mention that Lin Xuan's Primordial Spirit cultivation and Dao attainment had also reached the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm.
The combination of the two was definitely not as simple as one plus one.
The current Lin Xuan could entirely be called a miniature Saint.
That was why he could crush Xuandu without the slightest effort.
Looking at Xuandu lying unconscious on the ground, a smile appeared at the corners of Lin Xuan's lips.
Then he waved his sleeve.
The Interception Sect disciples he had collected with the Sleeve Universe technique appeared inside the Grand Supreme Eight Sceneries Palace.
Lin Xuan said to his excited junior brothers and sisters:
"Now, empty out the entire Eight Sceneries Palace."
The Interception Sect disciples had long been unable to contain their excitement. Upon hearing Lin Xuan's words,
they immediately answered in unison:
"Yes! We respectfully obey the Senior Disciple Brother's decree!"
Then they charged out like zombies escaping their cages.
They began the great ransacking!
Leading the charge was none other than Fairy Bixiao, usually the most taciturn of them all.
She rolled up the two sleeves on her arms and called out in a delicate voice:
"Sisters, follow me! Time is pressing! First gather all the valuable pills, treasures, and spiritual roots, then hand them all over to the Senior Disciple Brother!"
"As for the ordinary items, leave them alone for now!"
Fairy Yunxiao, who was standing beside Lin Xuan, saw her younger sister's fierce appearance and could not help showing a reddish-brown blush.
My little sister is being a little too...
Seeing his junior brothers and sisters working with such fervor, Lin Xuan could not help coughing softly.
Then he turned and walked toward the depths of the Eight Sceneries Palace, joining in the great ransacking.
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