The next day.
In the southern Yan Kingdom.
Beside a great river stood a mountain range of spiritual beauty, its strange rocks jutting in jagged formations.
This was Spirit Rock Mountain.
It was also the ancestral land of the Lin Clan, a Foundation Establishment lineage.
Though Spirit Rock Mountain was not particularly lofty, its spiritual energy was exceptionally abundant, far surpassing the surrounding mountains.
The radiance of formations glimmered through the swirling clouds and mist, guarding the Lin Clan tightly and lending it an air of impenetrable mystery.
At that moment.
A streak of azure light swept across the sky.
Xu Xuan arrived alone, treading through the air, his azure robes stirring gently in the morning breeze.
He hovered outside the Lin Household's mountain-protecting formation, his gaze sweeping across the mountains as memories of his past life slowly surfaced.
In his second life, when he had been Xu Daocheng, he had once come here bearing lavish gifts in search of an opportunity to pursue immortality.
Unfortunately, he had not even entered the spiritual treasury realm back then.
The young cultivator guarding the Lin Clan's gate at the time had been so haughty that he had not even spared him a proper glance.
He had even sneered that every stray cat and dog wanted to come and claim a connection.
Now, reborn and returned, he had not only reached Foundation Establishment and taken command of a kingdom.
He was also an elder of the Azure Wood Sect, wielding authority over a region.
A trace of coldness touched Xu Xuan's lips.
He unleashed his spiritual pressure at the Foundation Establishment late stage without holding anything back.
In an instant, the mighty pressure crashed down like a mountain towering a hundred thousand feet high.
The mountain-protecting formation shuddered violently beneath that terrifying force.