The Truth Uncovered, Demon Hunting in the Black Abyss; Ice and Fire Transformation, Extracting a Spirit Vein

Steep cliffs and deep valleys lay where few people ever ventured.

Beneath the shroud of two formations, wreckage littered the ground, everything battered to pieces.

Lin Chang stood in midair, his azure robe billowing, a severed head clutched in his hand. His expression was cold and stern, like a demonic god.

Only after a long while did Lin Changheng withdraw his divine sense, his expression difficult to describe.

His thoughts did not stop him from turning his hand over to collect the False Core-level remains for burial. They would surely nourish the [Heaven-in-a-Pot Space] even more.

He also remembered to erase every trace and retrieve both formations before shooting away through the air, vanishing with a whistle.

Late that night.

Lin Changheng sat atop a solitary mountain peak, holding a flask of strong liquor acquired from who knew where. He tipped his head back and poured it straight down his throat.

The liquor scorched his throat, yet could not dissolve the coldness and heaviness gathered between his brows.

The night wind howled, snapping his robes and tangling his thoughts.

From the memories of the Poison-Handed Scholar Xue Wuming's remnant soul, Lin Chang had indeed gleaned considerable information.

As a False Core cultivator of the [Hehuan Sect], the man had held a fairly high position. No one had dared impose any passive soul-locking or memory-sealing restrictions on him.

However, information concerning the [Hehuan Sect] and certain more crucial secrets had been actively sealed by a brilliant golden secret art. This was clearly some memory-protection technique Xue Wuming himself had cultivated.

Moreover, once Xue Wuming's life had utterly ceased, that golden secret art began operating at tremendous speed, erasing and annihilating the sealed memories without leaving a trace.

Thus, Lin Chang learned nothing of the specific secrets and interior details of