Lin Xuan chose to rest for the time being.
After traveling for so long, he had not consumed much magical power, but some weariness had inevitably crept over him.
And what he had to do next would be far from easy. Sword Lake Palace had been passed down from ancient times; calling its main headquarters a dragon's pool and tiger's den was not wrong at all.
Resting briefly to recover and keeping himself in peak condition would naturally give him a few more chances of success.
Though Lin Xuan had full confidence in his own strength, he would never be blindly arrogant.
In short, there was no great mistake in being careful.
The night passed without incident.
With Lin Xuan's art of concealment, merely lying low here naturally would not expose his traces. In the blink of an eye, it was already the next morning. Just as the sky had begun to pale, Lin Xuan opened his eyes.
After meditating through the night, his essence, energy, and spirit had all recovered to their peak. He raised his head, and the scenery before him gradually became clear under the glow of the rising sun.
On the surface, there was not the slightest thing amiss, yet Lin Xuan did not dare slacken in the least. He slowly stood up and waved his arms. Following his movements, one profound and extraordinary spell art after another shot from his fingertips. Spiritual light dazzled the eyes, Five-Colored Glaze gleamed, and fist-sized runes appeared before him one by one.
These runes spun and surged, then actually began to wrap slowly around Lin Xuan's body.
Immediately afterward, Lin Xuan vanished into thin air just like that.
An art of concealment!
Given the breadth of what Lin Xuan had learned, he probably knew dozens of concealment Supernatural