Hearing the System voice in his mind, Sun Xuan’s expression suddenly changed.

At this time, he had already been searching for the Corpse Yin Sect within the State of Zhao for over a month.

Now, the Corpse Yin Sect had not been found, but Wang Lin's cultivation had further broken through to the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage.

In this case, there was probably not much time left before the tragedy of the Wang family happened.

It was even possible that the Wang family had already been wiped out by Teng Huayuan by this time.

Thinking of this, Sun Xuan couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Then he thought to himself:

"Use all of it to raise my own cultivation!"

As Sun Xuan's voice fell, endless Spiritual Qi instantly and rapidly fused into Sun Xuan's magical power.

Sun Xuan's cultivation immediately began to grow rapidly.

In just a moment, it reached the Nascent Soul Middle Stage Realm.

And this was not the end; after his cultivation reached the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, Sun Xuan's cultivation Aura continued to climb.

After a short while, accompanied by a loud roaring sound that only Sun Xuan could hear,

his cultivation directly broke into the Nascent Soul Late Stage Realm, and then grew by another section.

Only after barely reaching the Realm of the Nascent Soul Late Stage Great Perfection did it stop.

Seeing Sun Xuan, who had just broken through, stepping into mid-air, the gloomy Aura from days of fruitless searching,

combined with the astonishing pressure of having just stepped into the Nascent Soul Great Perfection, was entirely exerted upon the miasmic swamp filled with poisonous insects and evil objects.

It caused the miasmic swamp, which usually echoed with insect chirps and ghost wails and was ravaged by demons, to eerily and completely quiet down.

These demons and ghosts did not have high intelligence, but they were the most sensitive to the arrival of danger.

Under this Aura suppression, which felt like the might of heaven to them, they all became obedient one by one.

Sun Xuan calmed the fluctuation of his cultivation after his recent Breakthrough, stepped out of the miasmic swamp once more, and charged straight toward his next target.

Because his cultivation had improved once again, Sun Xuan's speed was even faster, and his searching efficiency was even higher.

Finally, his efforts paid off.

After searching for more than ten more days, Sun Xuan finally found the location of the Corpse Yin Sect.

Above a desolate land filled with lingering Yin Qi where not a blade of grass grew,

Sun Xuan, with a look of joy in his eyes, suddenly stomped down from mid-air toward the earth with one foot.

"Dong!"

A huge illusory footprint emerged from beneath Sun Xuan's feet, and then fiercely stomped onto the ground.

Following that, a loud sound like a beating drum rang out, and the earth immediately cracked open.

Innumerable cracks, like the mouths of abysses, extended into the distance.

Then, a massive amount of chilling Yin Qi emerged from underground.

Inside the underground space where the Corpse Yin Sect was located, it was as if they had fallen into doomsday.

If it weren't for the Formation stabilizing the underground space of the Corpse Yin Sect, Sun Xuan's stomp would probably have flattened the Corpse Yin Sect.

"Yezai, get out here for this poor Taoist!"

Sun Xuan's voice, resembling the demonic sounds of the Nine Netherworlds, traveled from the cracks down to the Corpse Yin Sect underground.

Hearing this, the Cultivators of the Corpse Yin Sect with low cultivation were shaken to the point of dizziness and chaotic magical power, one by one.

Those with high cultivation changed expression drastically, and then immediately got up and rushed quickly toward the surface.

"This humble one is Yinyouzi!"

"This humble one is the Rotten Corpse Old Man!"

"Greetings, Old Ancestor!"

After just a brief moment, two somewhat disheveled figures carrying two coffins rushed out from the underground space.

Then, without saying another word, they fell headfirst and bowed to Sun Xuan!

As people of the Corpse Yin Sect, these two had a deeper understanding of the cruelty of the cultivation world.

They didn't value the so-called Face of Cultivators at all.

The Nascent Soul Stage expert before them was obviously coming with ill intent.

Feeling the Aura pressure on him, which was much higher than Yezai's,

if they didn't lower their posture a bit and still dared to act out, the two of them were certain that they would definitely die a very ugly death.

Seeing that he would soon find Wang Lin, Sun Xuan was in a good mood at the moment.

Coupled with these two Core Formation Cultivators dropping to their knees right away, it made him somewhat embarrassed to kill them off immediately.

Sun Xuan glanced at the two expressionlessly, and then spoke to them:

"Where is Yezai? Go call him over.

This poor Taoist has important matters to find him for!"

Hearing this, Yinyouzi and the Rotten Corpse Old Man, kneeling on the ground, looked at each other, and then one of them spoke:

"Replying to the Old Ancestor,

because the Outer Realm Battlefield is about to open, under the summons of the Cultivation Alliance envoy, Ancestor Ye has already gone to Jueming Valley to observe the ceremony!"

Then the other person continued:

"Not only did Ancestor Ye go to Jueming Valley, but all the Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators in the State of Zhao have also gone to Jueming Valley.

If the Old Ancestor wants to find Ancestor Ye, you can find him directly by going to Jueming Valley."

Hearing this, the slight smile on Sun Xuan's Face vanished without a trace in an instant.

A trace of gloominess slowly emerged.

Jueming Valley was opening, and all the Nascent Soul Cultivators of the State of Zhao were gathering.

It was very likely that Wang Lin had been forced by Yezai to go into Jueming Valley.

In this way, his months of searching would all have been in vain.

In the end, nothing could be salvaged.

Carrying a last trace of wishful thinking in his heart, Sun Xuan spoke in a gloomy tone:

"Several months ago, a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator named Wang Lin came to your Corpse Yin Sect.

Where is he now!"

Feeling the chilling Killing Intent above their heads, Yinyouzi and the other were almost frightened to the point of pissing themselves.

The two of them nodded like pounding garlic, continuously kowtowing toward Sun Xuan who was suspended in mid-air,

and shivering as they answered:

"Replying to the Old Ancestor,

Lord Wang Lin was sent by Ancestor Ye to Jueming Valley to fight for the token to enter the Outer Realm Battlefield.

He is not in the Sect right now; he is also inside Jueming Valley at this moment!"

As the words fell, there was a period of silent stillness.

An oppressive atmosphere descended from the air, and Yinyouzi and the Rotten Corpse Old Man inwardly cursed their bitter luck.

They knelt on the ground, trembling incessantly.

Just when the two of them thought they were dead for sure, a faint sigh rang out from mid-air.

"Where is Jueming Valley!"

Hearing this, Yinyouzi and his companion immediately replied:

"Reporting to the Old Ancestor, 5,800 miles northwest from here is Jueming Valley!"

Hearing this, Sun Xuan's body turned slightly, leaving only an afterimage in place that quietly vanished without a trace.

Yinyouzi and the Rotten Corpse Old Man, kneeling on the ground, felt the boundless pressure dissipate instantly.

Their entire bodies collapsed onto the ground as if they had lost all strength.

Their clothes were completely soaked with sweat.

The two looked at each other and saw a look of joy over surviving a catastrophe in each other's eyes.

Outside Jueming Valley, the time for it to open had arrived.

At this time, all the Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators of the State of Zhao and a large number of low-tier Cultivators had gathered outside Jueming Valley.

If one looked at the entire Jueming Valley from the sky, they would find that it was completely shaped like a gourd.

The mouth of the gourd was the exit of Jueming Valley.

There, two towering peaks stood erect, with a small path between them, and at the end was a huge octagonal Formation.

At this moment, the Formation suddenly lit up.

Not far outside the valley, several Nascent Soul Stage experts of the Demonic Path gathered together.

The moment the Formation lit up, they immediately looked over.

Teng Huayuan's withered and gloomy figure was among them at this moment.

Looking at the lit-up Formation, a trace of excited Killing Intent flashed in his eyes.