Yin Fiend Bottle

"Perhaps there are other possibilities. For example, he might simply be trapped somewhere, or gravely wounded and hiding in some place to recover."

Lu Xuan guessed.

"Those possibilities do exist, but the chances are truly minuscule."

"My cultivation was a few degrees stronger than Daoist Xuan Yuan's, and with the aid of a secret treasure, I did not become that Evil Spirit's primary target. Only then was I lucky enough to escape disaster."

Huang Bingqiu spoke in a heavy tone.

He was vague and evasive, and Lu Xuan did not believe him completely.

To be able to escape from the hands of an Evil Spirit comparable to a Nascent Soul True Lord was certainly not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

"I only hope Daoist Xuan Yuan survives this great calamity and keeps his life."

He sighed softly.

A Core Formation True Person he had known for a long time might very well have fallen just like that, leaving Lu Xuan endlessly rueful.

The two of them had been fairly close, and Xuan Yuan Zhe had once helped him with several small matters. He had not expected him to be gone just like that, his life or death uncertain.

In his heart, he rejoiced that he had politely declined Xuan Yuan Zhe's warm invitation before. At the same time, it made him even more resolute in his idea of holing up in his Cave Mansion to cultivate Spirit Plants.

It was better to explore things like Secret Realms as little as possible. While they held opportunities and Treasures, they also came with tremendous risk. Even though he was already in the Core Formation Realm now, if he ran into the Disaster-Class Evil Spirit Huang Bingqiu had mentioned, he probably would not come away with anything good.

"As for