It was a wisp of Lin Xuan's divided soul, attached to the Yinhun inside the Hundred Soul Banner. Its magic power was naturally minuscule, but if it was only being used for surveillance, it was more than enough.
Once he recalled that wisp of divine sense, Lin Xuan understood everything that had happened outside as if it were laid out in his chest. He was overjoyed. He really had to thank the Ghost Emperor Haotian for luring Old Ancestor Hun Yuan and the other formidable fellows away from this place.
For the moment, he was in no danger of being exposed. In that case, he had to seize the time. Lin Xuan opened his magic power to the fullest, driving his treasures to chop and stab fiercely down at the restriction.
Fifteen minutes later...
Although that restriction was extraordinary, Lin Xuan's abilities were likewise no small matter. With a thunderous boom, the light barrier finally collapsed and scattered.
The stone wall vanished as well, and countless wisps of pink mist appeared before his eyes.
An illusion. And this mist was clearly poisonous.
With defenses this strict, even if it was not the clan's supreme treasure, it was probably still an object far from ordinary. Lin Xuan's expression was half joy, half worry as he began to focus on breaking the illusion before him.
He had to hurry, before Old Ancestor Hun Yuan returned...
Outside, meanwhile, everything had already descended into chaos. The Ghost Emperor Haotian's situation was actually far from optimistic. First he had fallen into an ambush, and then he had fought a great battle with a Nascent Soul Realm Witcher. Although in the end he had used a secret art to escape, his injuries were quite serious.
This time, he had truly poked a hornet's nest. Every Witcher