Shuangjiang Forms Her Core, a Grand Journey into Jin, and Another Nascent Soul Treasure Medicine

Lin Changheng's divine sense was formidable, and he naturally recognized the Core Formation cultivator within the escape light as True Person Cloud Crane.

Though he caught only a fleeting glimpse of that lean figure in gray Daoist robes, Lin Changheng's divine sense locked firmly onto him, seeing him with perfect clarity.

Lin Chang could not help recalling his second visit to the Sixty-Year Secret Realm, when he had encountered this man arriving at the head of the Purple Pole Sect's cultivators. Back then, he had only been at Foundation Establishment peak, while True Person Cloud Crane had already reached the Core Formation middle stage.

At the time, he had stood among the crowd, gazing from afar at True Person Cloud Crane perched high above them. The man had seemed utterly terrifying, and he had not dared look at him directly.

That oppressive feeling had been like a mortal facing a fierce tiger, like an ant looking up at the heavens.

Beneath True Person Cloud Crane's feet had stood a third-tier middle-stage spirit bird, the Red-Crest Flamefeather Eagle, with a towering crimson-gold fleshy crest and a wingspan exceeding twenty zhang. Its gaze was piercing, its ferocious might on full display.

Its eagle eyes had resembled two golden lamps. Whenever they swept over the crowd, every cultivator they landed on had involuntarily lowered their head, not daring meet its gaze.

Inside the secret realm that time, Lin Changheng had matched wits with True Person Xuanji and ruined the Purple Pole Sect's scheme, for which they had even arranged for a Core Formation True Person to infiltrate the realm. After leaving, he had hidden among the crowd, his heart taut with anxiety and fear, terrified that True Person Cloud Crane might seize him.

Now, only forty years had passed, and their positions had