Wang Yan, who was standing to the side, saw that Lin Feng and Lin Dong were chatting idly, not paying any attention to him. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quietly distanced himself from the Lin Clan's group.
The Lin Clan was a bunch of lunatics now, and Wang Yan couldn't afford to provoke them, so he could only hide.
Lin Feng glanced at Wang Yan but ignored him. He wasn't one for arguing, otherwise, he wouldn't have been suppressed so miserably back then, with few elders even knowing about it.
On the other side, Huangfu Jing of the Huangfu Family looked at Lin Dong with a hint of curiosity.
"This person is the Lin Dong that the Palace Master mentioned? He cultivates both Origin Power and mental energy, and he can reach the Spirit Symbol Master realm while also achieving the Great Perfection of the Shaping Realm. Truly extraordinary."
A slight ripple flashed across Huangfu Jing's rather cold and pretty face. Her willow eyebrows furrowed as she looked at Lin Dong, and a more intense curiosity flashed in her eyes.
"Even this Lin Dong is so extraordinary, then what kind of peerless figure is that Sword Saint, who even amazed the Palace Master?"
Qin Shi of the Qin Clan looked at Lin Dong with a hint of shock in his eyes. If he remembered correctly, when they clashed with the Wang Clan in the Ancient Tomb Mansion, this member of the Lin Clan's branch family seemed to only be at the Minor Perfection of Core Formation Realm, right?
But now, how much time had passed? Only about a year, and he had directly reached the Great Perfection of the Shaping Realm. Sure enough, the Lin Clan's rise was unstoppable.
In the Lin Clan's group, behind Lin Feng, Lin Ke'er, who had just finished talking to that old man, turned her head and waved at Lin Dong with a sweet smile, saying hello.
"Lin Dong, I didn't expect you to be attracted to the Great Desolate Ancient Tablet as well?"
Although Lin Ke'er was talking to Lin Dong, her beautiful eyes were fixed on Mu Qianqian, who was standing next to Lin Dong, charming and graceful, with a hint of inexplicable hostility in her eyes.
Mu Qianqian, who was accompanying Lin Dong and seemed quite close to him, also raised her eyes and met Lin Ke'er's gaze. A woman's intuition told her that the relationship between Lin Ke'er and Lin Dong was definitely not as simple as ordinary clansmen.
Lin Dong might not have noticed, but Mu Qianqian could tell from Lin Ke'er's actions and the old man's occasional glances at Lin Dong that Lin Ke'er was definitely talking about Lin Dong to that Lin Clan elder just now.
Moreover, from the surprise and satisfaction on the old man's face, it was not difficult to guess that Lin Ke'er was saying good things about Lin Dong. But without any kinship or reason, why would Lin Ke'er, a dignified young lady of the inner clan, help Lin Dong for no reason?
"Lin Dong, who is this? I don't remember you mentioning her?"
Mu Qianqian withdrew her suspicious gaze from Lin Ke'er, turned to look at Lin Dong, and a gentle and well-behaved smile appeared on her charming face, making Lin Dong look bewildered. He remembered that he hadn't met Mu Qianqian many times, right?
Lin Dong, who turned to look at Mu Qianqian, felt a chill down his spine for some reason, and he felt a little uneasy. Sensing that the atmosphere was a bit strange, Lin Dong quickly said softly.
"Cough cough, Lin Ke'er, have you seen the Young Clan Leader?"
"Boy, don't ask, he's been here for a long time."
As soon as Lin Dong spoke, Little Marten's voice rang in his heart. At this moment, Lin Dong, and everyone else, felt something and looked up at the ancient tablet.
They saw that on top of the towering Great Desolate Ancient Tablet, a majestic aura suddenly surged out, and the runes on the surface of the ancient tablet also began to change slightly.
But when everyone looked up, the next moment, they all shifted their gazes upwards, because, at the top of the ancient stone tablet, there was a white-clothed youth standing against the wind.
The wind of the ancient plain blew against the youth's white clothes, and the fluttering posture seemed as if the youth would ride the wind and soar into the sky in the next moment.
What was even more shocking was that the youth was clearly standing there, but before this, no one had noticed. Even now, as they watched the youth's figure with their own eyes, in the perception of many people, that figure was completely integrated with the stone tablet under his feet, and he had the majestic aura that had endured the passage of time.
"That is... the Sword Saint!"
As soon as the words Sword Saint were spoken, the entire ancient plain fell silent in an instant. This was a name that shook the Great Yan Dynasty. In the Great Yan Dynasty, no one could remain calm when they heard this title.
"What is the Young Clan Leader doing?"
Lin Dong looked at the white-clothed figure at the top of the Great Desolate Ancient Tablet, and a strange look flashed in his eyes. Little Marten then leisurely said after hearing Lin Dong's question.
"If your Marten grandpa is not mistaken, that perverted guy should be communicating with the Tablet Soul!"
"Communicate with the Tablet Soul?"
Lin Dong was slightly stunned. Tablet Soul? What was this new term?
"When Spiritual Treasures reach Earth Rank and Heaven Rank, their spirituality is already quite sufficient. But above Earth Rank and Heaven Rank, there are even higher-level Spiritual Treasures. Those levels of Spiritual Treasures generally have already given birth to a spirit of divine objects."
Little Marten explained softly. This time, it didn't mock Lin Dong, because it hadn't seen much of it either. This kind of divine object that was enough to form a spirit... well, although it had learned secret techniques to communicate with such spirits.
"To think that this Great Desolate Ancient Tablet would actually be a divine object of this level. It seems that the origins of this Ancient Sect are also quite extraordinary. If there are no accidents, the thing we are looking for is inside!"
Hearing this, Lin Dong's breathing couldn't help but quicken. The Devouring Ancestor Symbol, one of the eight Ancestor Symbols. Was he finally going to see such a divine object?
"But, what is Young Clan Leader communicating with the Tablet Soul for?"
A hint of curiosity flashed through Lin Dong's mind. Along with the others, he looked up at the white-clothed figure.
Standing on top of the Ancient Tablet, Lin Xuan had his eyes tightly closed. With the help of the newly mastered Supreme Induction Sutra, his mind was completely connected with the Great Desolate Ancient Tablet beneath his feet.
At this moment, with the assistance of the Tablet Soul, Lin Xuan's will was freely roaming the entire Ancient Tablet space. Every place was under Lin Xuan's gaze.
Before long, Lin Xuan found the space where Black Eyes was located, but before Lin Xuan could approach, an extremely terrifying, chilling demonic aura instantly swept over.
"Boom!"
Lin Xuan suddenly opened his eyes. In the next moment, an incomparably fierce Sword Intent instantly swept across the entire Great Desolate Ancient Plain. That terrifying aura was like endless dark clouds pressing down on everyone's heads, causing their breathing to stop instantly.
After retracting the Sword Intent into his body, Lin Xuan looked down at the Ancient Tablet beneath his feet, his pupils suddenly shrinking as he muttered to himself in a low voice.
"Otherworldly Demon!"