In the wilderness.
Beside the corpse.
A phantom flickered.
The outline of a human figure was faintly discernible.
It was none other than Lin Xiwen's remnant soul!
He hovered behind Wang Ba, looking into the distance where that figure had long since vanished.
Even Lin Xiwen's heart, usually as still as an ancient well, could not help stirring with a trace of lingering fear he could scarcely conceal.
That was close!
I almost ceased to exist!
If I hadn't always kept a contingency, splitting off part of my Divine Soul onto the Five Classics Book long ago and using it as cover to conceal my Divine Soul, I'm afraid...
That damned sword cultivator!
Thinking of that sword cultivator just now, even the ever-proud Lin Xiwen had to admit that he was the most astonishing Foundation Establishment sword cultivator he had ever seen.
Even back when he had been an elder of the Five Classics Sect, exalted as a Gold Core True Person, he would have treated such a cultivator with considerable gravity.
After all, such an outstanding figure had nearly a seventy or eighty percent chance of forming a core in the future!
Yet he had never imagined that, merely coming to reclaim what belonged to him, he would have the misfortune to encounter such a harbinger of disaster.
Most hateful of all, the other man had concealed himself far too well. Even Lin Xiwen had only detected his Foundation Establishment late-stage cultivation, without the slightest inkling that he could unleash such astonishing abilities.
Thirty years of painstaking effort! All washed down the river!
Lin Xiwen ground his teeth.
He recalled the thirty years of his new life after arriving in Jinhe City. With the Yin-Food Bugs' help, he had painstakingly built things up, exhausting every ounce of ingenuity to