Then, although there were many people in the crowd exclaiming, no one dared to move. Everyone was forcibly suppressing the excitement and eagerness in their hearts, waiting for the god-like youth to make his move.
Lin Xuan didn't pay attention to the others. Seeing that the special demonic energy on the Great Desolate Ancient Tablet was temporarily suppressed, he stepped into the vortex.
"Lin Dong, be careful on your own. Send a signal if anything happens!"
From the Lin Clan's group, Lin Ke'er turned to Lin Dong and said, obviously aware of Lin Dong's habit of traveling alone. After speaking, she directly followed the Lin Clan's people and rushed towards the vortex first.
After the Lin Clan's people rushed in, the Wang Clan and Qin Clan's people were not to be outdone and rushed in together. Huangfu Jing of the Huangfu Clan, however, didn't seem very eager. Instead, she took a few more glances at the Great Desolate Ancient Tablet before following in.
After the people from the Four Great Clans entered the vortex one after another, the Yin Puppet Sect, Martial Alliance, and Great Demon Gate followed closely behind. However, Mu Qianqian of the Great Demon Gate seemed to want to pull Lin Dong along, but suddenly couldn't find him, and could only lead the Great Demon Gate's people and rush in.
Lin Dong himself, however, was holding the shrunken Little Flame, mixed in with the crowd, and entered the Great Desolate Ancient Tablet.
On the vast and desolate land, there was an unspeakable loneliness and vicissitude. Stepping into it, a sense of sadness inexplicably rose in Lin Xuan's heart.
Looking around, in the silent world, there was nothing but himself. It was as if the world was left with only one person, and life had already died here.
Just as Lin Xuan was feeling quite emotional, several cracks quietly appeared on the ground. Immediately afterward, several bizarre and enormous insects poked their heads out from the ground, but after taking a glance at Lin Xuan, they quickly burrowed back into the ground.
Lin Xuan scanned his surroundings, and then, dispelling the faint sadness in his heart, he followed the information he had obtained from the Tablet Soul and quickly flew towards a certain place.
In the vast and silent space, only a white-clothed figure could be seen constantly flickering.
Lin Xuan, who had communicated with the Tablet Soul, could already borrow some of the power of the Great Desolate Ancient Tablet within the Great Desolate Ancient Tablet. Or rather, he was equivalent to having half the authority of the Tablet Soul.
Not long after Lin Xuan disappeared, a large number of figures descended from the spatial cracks, once again alarming the group of insects that had originally retreated back into the ground. Many people were swallowed by the insects on the spot.
It was the first group of people who came in the fastest who suffered almost no attacks. Before, all the demonic beasts were frightened and temporarily hid.
Of course, all of this had nothing to do with Lin Xuan. With the acceleration of borrowing a little power from the Great Desolate Ancient Tablet, Lin Xuan soon arrived at a Puppet Talisman Nest.
Ignoring the well-preserved Puppet Talismans remaining in the Puppet Talisman Nest, Lin Xuan went straight down, passed through the Nine Nether Cold Qi, and arrived at the bottommost level.
At the deepest part of the underground, an incomparably huge black altar stood quietly. Around the altar, countless stone pillars stood tall. The countless stone pillars seemed to form a huge formation with each other.
However, this huge formation had completely lost any fluctuations and had become a ruined formation. Because, at the very center of the altar, at the top of the huge stone pillar that originally served as the formation eye, it was now empty.
Lin Xuan gently placed his hand on the huge black stone pillar, and a faint pure white energy surged. Immediately afterward, a black vortex appeared in front of Lin Xuan. Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Xuan stepped into it.
Darkness swallowed everything, but Lin Xuan could still feel an extremely ethereal aura ahead.
The next moment, light stimulated Lin Xuan's tightly closed eyelids. Lin Xuan slowly opened his eyes and appeared in front of him was a vast wilderness. In the depths of the wilderness, which was filled with the vicissitudes of time, stood an incomparably huge black stone pillar.
If one looked closely, one could find that the black stone pillar was not like that pure black color. Instead, it looked like that deep black because it had swallowed all the light.
Lin Xuan shifted his gaze from the stone pillar and landed on the figure at the top of the stone pillar. It was an old man in black robes with white hair, exuding a mysterious and mystical aura.
At this moment, the black-robed, white-haired old man was staring at Lin Xuan with his eyes open, allowing Lin Xuan to clearly see his extremely special pupils. A pair of eyes without whites, like a pair of black holes that could swallow everything.
The Black Eyes Old Man looked at the approaching Lin Xuan, his old face revealing a vicissitude of life, and said softly.
"So many years, finally, someone has come here, and also helped this old man repair the Great Desolate Ancient Tablet. You are a destined person!"
The old man's vicissitudes of tone revealed a bit of joy, and a bit of sadness, as if he was reminiscing about an old friend.
"Senior, you flatter me. Using the Devouring Ancestor Symbol as the formation eye, and using the power of the Ancestor Symbol to suppress the Otherworldly Demon, compared to you, Senior, Lin Xuan has only learned a few meager skills!"
Lin Xuan raised his hand, holding his sword in a salute, and said softly. The Black Eyes Old Man smiled upon hearing this.
"Young man, you are quite modest. Not everyone can repair the array patterns of the Great Desolate Ancient Tablet."
The reason he could preserve this wisp of remnant soul carrying memories until now was because of the Great Desolate Ancient Tablet's Tablet Soul. It could be said that he was also a part of the Ancient Tablet's Tablet Soul.
Therefore, this wisp of remnant soul of the Black Eyes Old Man was very clear about the current state of the Great Desolate Ancient Tablet. To be able to activate the Tablet Soul with just the power of the Nirvana Realm, repair many array patterns, and even add some, was something even he, in his prime, would find difficult to do.
The Nirvana Realm is, after all, the Nirvana Realm. The upper limit of power is there. It is extremely difficult to break through this limitation!
"I can sense that the power within you seems somewhat special!"
The Black Eyes Old Man said softly, his gaze scrutinizing Lin Xuan with a hint of examination. Lin Xuan's expression remained calm as he responded softly.
"I once comprehended the Ancestral Stone's power, but I only learned a little bit of the surface, not even scratching the surface. As for the Supreme Force, I have been cultivating it for a year, but I have not been able to gain any insights, which makes you laugh, senior."
Ancestral Stone's power! Supreme Force!
As soon as these two phrases came out, the Black Eyes Old Man's gaze towards Lin Xuan instantly became amiable. The Ancestral Stone's power was not something that Otherworldly Demons could master, and the Supreme Force was even more so. The number of people who could cultivate it to completion was an exaggeration to say it was as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns; they could be counted on one's fingers.
One Symbol Ancestor, half an Ice Master, and then, nothing!