The appearance of Longshe had already pushed the entire Primordial Medicine Garden into chaos.
The ancient valley that had remained silent for countless ages was now trembling under the pressure of multiple Immortal Seed experts.
Everywhere—
cultivators were frantically collecting medicinal treasures.
Storage rings flashed repeatedly.
Ancient herbs vanished one after another.
The Yu Long Sect disciples were nearly going mad from excitement.
Even the elders could barely suppress their greed.
Meanwhile—
the mysterious liquid cultivator from Yue Sha Empire stood in the center of the valley.
His eyes glowed with ambition.
His heart was already envisioning the future.
A future where Yue Sha Empire would rise from the ashes.
A future where countless powers would once again tremble beneath its banner.
Then—
a voice echoed across the valley.
A deep voice.
Cold.
Ancient.
Filled with disdain.
"Hmph..."
The voice wasn't loud.
Yet it spread across every corner of the Medicine Garden.
Every cultivator froze.
Every face changed.
Then the voice spoke again.
"You truly believe..."
"...that you can take these treasures away from here?"
Silence.
Absolute silence.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!
The earth suddenly exploded.
The entire valley shook violently.
Ancient trees cracked apart.
Mountains trembled.
Countless herbs swayed wildly.
Then—
something impossible happened.
White frost began spreading across the ground.
At first—
it only covered a few stones.
Then entire patches of earth.
Then hills.
Then forests.
Within seconds—
the entire Medicine Garden began freezing.
The temperature dropped so rapidly that many Soul Spark cultivators immediately turned pale.
Ice formed on their robes.
Frost appeared in their hair.
Their Luo Essence began slowing.
One disciple looked at his hands in horror.
"T-The cold..."
"My spiritual energy is freezing!"
Another shouted in panic.
"I can't circulate my cultivation!"
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Ice rapidly spread across the battlefield.
The entire world transformed into a frozen domain.
Then—
white lightning appeared.
Divine lightning.
Ancient lightning.
It danced through the sky like countless celestial dragons.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!
The heavens roared.
Lightning illuminated the valley.
And slowly—
a figure began rising into the air.
Wrapped in frost.
Wrapped in thunder.
Wrapped in overwhelming pressure.
His white hair fluttered behind him.
His eyes glowed with cold silver light.
White lightning coiled around his body.
He calmly looked down at his hands.
Feeling the immense power flowing through them.
Feeling power that was not originally his.
Flashback:—
Inside the pendant.
Tian Wuchen stood before Lin Shuan.
The old monster's expression was solemn.
"Lin Shuan."
"I cannot leave this place."
Lin Shuan nodded.
"I know."
Tian Wuchen narrowed his eyes.
"But your soul can enter the pendant."
Lin Shuan froze.
Then immediately understood.
His eyes widened.
"Master..."
"You intend to..."
Tian Wuchen nodded.
"I will lend you part of my strength."
Silence.
Even Lin Shuan's breathing slowed.
That kind of method was incredibly dangerous.
Tian Wuchen continued.
"Remember this carefully."
"This strength isn't yours."
"The burden on your body will be enormous."
"The longer you use it..."
"The greater the backlash."
Lin Shuan grinned.
"Then I'll just finish everything quickly."
For once—
even Tian Wuchen laughed.
"Brat."
Moments later—
Lin Shuan's soul entered the pendant.
And an endless sea of ancient frost power surged into him.
Present:—
The cultivators stared at the floating figure.
Shock filled every face.
Another Immortal Seed expert.
No.
Something even more terrifying.
The liquid cultivator narrowed his eyes.
Then slowly smiled.
"So that's how it is."
"A temporary enhancement."
His gaze became colder.
"But powerful nonetheless."
Lin Shuan ignored him completely.
Instead—
he slowly descended.
Landing atop Longshe's enormous head.
The gigantic Dragon Snake raised its head proudly.
Its golden pupils glowed.
Its pressure surged.
The combination of the two immediately caused the surrounding cultivators to become uneasy.
One powerful elder swallowed nervously.
Two Immortal Seed Experts.
One peak Immortal Seed Dragon Snake.
One mysterious thunder-and-frost cultivator.
The pressure was overwhelming.
The liquid cultivator laughed.
"It seems..."
"...the two of you are guardians of this place."
Lin Shuan's expression remained emotionless.
His voice echoed calmly.
"Put everything down."
The smile on the liquid cultivator's face disappeared.
Lin Shuan continued.
"Every herb."
"Every fruit."
"Every treasure."
"Leave them here."
Silence.
Then—
the liquid cultivator laughed.
"Heh..."
"Hehehe..."
"Hahahahaha!"
The valley echoed with his laughter.
He slowly stepped forward.
Black liquid dripped from his fingers.
His eyes became cold.
"You think we'll fear you?"
He pointed toward Longshe.
"One powerful Immortal Seed Dragon Snake."
Then toward himself.
"And one peak Immortal Seed Cultivatore."
His smile widened.
"We have numbers."
"We have experts."
"We have formations."
"It won't take long before you're both dead."
The surrounding Yu Long Sect experts immediately laughed.
Their confidence returned.
Lin Shuan remained silent.
But inside—
his heart grew heavy.
The borrowed power was already destabilizing.
His meridians hurt.
His Frost Divine Heart pulsed violently.
I don't have much time...
I need to finish this quickly.
Then—
he looked down.
Toward Longshe.
"Longshe."
The giant Dragon Snake lowered its head slightly.
Their eyes met.
Lin Shuan pointed his sword toward the liquid cultivator.
"Distract him."
Longshe stared at the man.
The liquid cultivator stared back.
A smile appeared on both faces.
Because both immediately understood.
They were equals.
And only battle would determine which one stood higher.
The next moment—
both disappeared.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
The entire valley exploded.
Shockwaves swept through the Medicine Garden.
Mountains shattered.
Forests collapsed.
The ground split apart.
Longshe's gigantic claw descended from the heavens.
The liquid cultivator transformed into black liquid.
Both figures moved so quickly that ordinary cultivators could barely see them.
Each collision created explosions capable of destroying entire mountain ranges.
Meanwhile—
Lin Shuan watched for a brief moment.
Then slowly turned toward the Yu Long Sect cultivators.
His white eyes glowed.
His voice became calm.
Dangerously calm.
"Yu Long Sect..."
He lowered his sword.
"Now it's your turn."
The words were quiet.
Yet every cultivator felt a chill run down their spine.
Then—
Lin Shuan extended his hand.
Frost energy gathered.
A weapon slowly formed.
An ice weapon.
A halberd.
Lin Shuan frowned.
The weapon immediately shattered.
Again.
A halberd formed.
Again.
It shattered.
Again.
A halberd.
Lin Shuan's expression became darker.
Not a sword...
Why is it always a halberd?
Several elders immediately noticed.
One whispered.
"He's unfamiliar with this power."
Another nodded.
"He can't even properly manifest a weapon."
"Perhaps his foundation is unstable."
Lin Shuan sighed.
Then withdrew his actual sword.
Cold steel reflected the surrounding lightning.
His grip tightened.
Enough.
A sword was a sword.
That was all he needed.
Far away—
an elder suddenly raised his hand.
"Formation!"
Instantly—
the Yu Long Sect cultivators moved.
Dozens.
Hundreds.
Each rushing toward predetermined positions.
The battlefield transformed.
Dragon-shaped runes illuminated the sky.
Ancient symbols appeared.
Spiritual energy surged.
One formation after another emerged.
Lin Shuan immediately recognized it.
Dragon-hunting formations.
The formations Yu Long Sect often used to capture powerful beasts.
The sky darkened.
An enormous formation appeared above him.
It covered half the valley.
Underneath it—
Lin Shuan looked tiny.
Like an ant beneath heaven itself.
The surrounding pressure increased rapidly.
Even an ordinary Divine Cycle Emperor might be seriously injured by such a formation.
Yet Lin Shuan didn't retreat.
His white eyes calmly watched them.
His sword slowly rose.
His breathing steadied.
The entire world became silent.
The cultivators suddenly felt danger.
Then—
Lin Shuan moved.
One slash.
Only one.
Star Splitting Sword Slash.
A line appeared.
A thin silver line.
Beautiful.
Silent.
Perfect.
Then—
space split apart.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
The world exploded.
The silver line traveled through the battlefield.
Everything in its path vanished.
Soul Spark cultivators disappeared instantly.
Form Shaper experts ceased to exist.
No corpses.
No blood.
No screams.
Only destruction.
The sword strike erased them from existence.
Silence.
Absolute silence.
The surviving cultivators stared in horror.
One elder's face became pale.
"What kind of sword art was that..."
Another couldn't even speak.
Fear had already consumed him.
Then—
the formation activated.
BOOOOOOOOM!!!
A terrifying pressure descended.
Lin Shuan immediately felt his body become heavier.
Ten times heavier.
Twenty times.
Fifty times.
The pressure continued increasing.
The earth beneath him shattered.
His knees bent.
Crack.
The ground collapsed.
Lin Shuan was forced downward.
The formation's suppression was overwhelming.
Even with Tian Wuchen's borrowed power—
he struggled.
The elders immediately became excited.
"It's working!"
"Suppress him!"
"Don't let him move!"
Countless streams of energy descended.
Lin Shuan gritted his teeth.
Blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.
His body trembled.
The pressure was absurd.
Yet—
slowly—
he stood up.
One inch.
Then another.
Then another.
Every cultivator stared in disbelief.
Under such pressure—
he was still standing.
Lin Shuan wiped away the blood.
Then tightened his grip.
His right foot moved backward.
His body lowered.
Like a swordsman preparing his final strike.
Golden light suddenly erupted.
A dragon's roar echoed.
ROOOOOOOOOOOOAR!!!
The elders froze.
A gigantic golden dragon spirit emerged behind him.
Its body stretched across the heavens.
Its eyes glowed like suns.
The pressure became overwhelming.
Golden Dragon Smash!
The dragon spirit charged.
Destroying everything in its path.
The elders immediately understood.
And their expressions changed drastically.
"Not a guardian!"
"That technique—"
"It's Shuan Hao!"
"He survived!"
Panic erupted.
The dragon spirit slammed into the formation.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
The formation trembled violently.
Cracks appeared.
And at that exact moment—
lightning erupted beneath Lin Shuan's feet.
Crack.
Crack.
Crack.
No words.
No activation chant.
No preparation.
The first stage of Lightning Immortal Path had already become instinct.
Lin Shuan vanished.
The cultivators immediately felt danger.
Too late.
The dragon spirit exploded.
And amidst the blinding light—
a sword flashed.
One flash.
Two flashes.
Ten flashes.
Heads flew.
Blood sprayed.
Cultivators died before they understood what happened.
The battlefield became a massacre.
A true massacre.
Screams filled the valley.
Fear spread everywhere.
"It's him!"
"Shuan Hao!"
"Immortal Seed Shuan Hao!"
"Run!"
Some tried to retreat.
Some tried to fight.
None succeeded.
Lin Shuan moved like living lightning.
Every appearance brought death.
Every sword strike harvested lives.
Yet—
the Yu Long Sect still possessed Immortal Seed experts.
And unlike the others—
they remained calm.
One elder roared.
"Together!"
The Immortal Seed experts immediately surrounded Lin Shuan.
Their auras exploded.
The battlefield trembled.
Then—
they attacked simultaneously.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
The world seemed to explode.
Lin Shuan raised his sword.
But the combined attack was too powerful.
The shockwave smashed into him.
Blood erupted from his mouth.
His body flew through the air.
Crashing through ancient trees.
Destroying herb fields.
Shattering stone pillars.
The earth split apart beneath him.
The entire valley became devastated.
Countless priceless herbs were reduced to dust.
Ancient medicinal treasures disappeared forever.
Lin Shuan finally stopped.
Hundreds of meters away.
Blood dripped from his lips.
His breathing became heavier.
Slowly—
he stood up.
Then wiped away the blood.
His eyes remained calm.
But inside—
alarm bells rang.
The borrowed power...
was beginning to fade.
White lightning flickered unstably.
Frost energy surged wildly.
His cultivation fluctuated.
The time limit was approaching.
The elders immediately noticed.
Their eyes brightened.
"He's weakening!"
"Don't give him time!"
"Kill him now!"
Lin Shuan ignored them.
Instead—
he slowly raised his sword.
One final attack.
If he could unleash one final attack—
he might erase them all.
His grip tightened.
Lightning gathered.
Frost gathered.
Sword intent gathered.
Everything converged.
The valley trembled.
The heavens darkened.
The cultivators felt genuine terror.
Because they knew—
whatever came next would decide everything.
Lin Shuan slowly drew back his sword.
Preparing the final strike.
Preparing to gamble everything.
And at that exact moment—
the borrowed power vanished.
Completely.
The frost disappeared.
The lightning shattered.
The overwhelming aura collapsed.
Lin Shuan's eyes widened.
His body suddenly became empty.
The power was gone.
All of it.
The final strike never came.
And at that same moment—
the Yue Sha Empire warriors, having sensed the terrifying fluctuations from afar, finally arrived at the battlefield.