Chen Lin did not want to perish together with the Thousand-Faced Fox, so even if he forced himself to use the Thunder God Sword, he had to make sure he could survive.
Yang Qianxing, however, shook his head.
"Treasures that can enhance essence, energy, and spirit all at once are rare, and I don't have any either. Since you brought this up, Fellow Daoist Chen, could you have some special means at your disposal?"
"I do, but our Dao Integration cultivation is nowhere near sufficient to use it."
After answering, Chen Lin found a spot and began examining the items in his Storage Ring.
Yet after spending more than four hours giving them a cursory inspection, he still found no treasure of that kind.
He stopped searching and turned to look toward the pillar.
After a long while, he said to Yang Qianxing, "Fellow Daoist Yang, how much strength do you think that Thousand-Faced Giant has left? After being suppressed for so many years, surely his cultivation must have declined at least a little?"
His cultivation realm was lower than Yang Qianxing's, so his perception was not as accurate.
"It has definitely declined."
Yang Qianxing walked over to Chen Lin and looked at the pillar as well.
"I once witnessed Great Vehicle Practitioners fighting. The Thousand-Faced Giant's current strength is only at the peak of Mahayana, nowhere near the level of celestials and deities. Otherwise, even a Pseudo-Immortal of the lowest rank could wipe us both out with a single blow."
After a brief pause, he continued, "Although he needs your Prison-Suppressing Power and doesn't want to kill you lightly, he has no reason to hold back against me. Since he hasn't killed me, that means he's subject to certain restrictions too."
"Why do you ask, Fellow Daoist Chen?"
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