On the Great Desolate Ancient Plain, countless eyes fell upon the white-clad figure atop the stone tablet, their gazes filled with reverence.
Though no one knew when he had arrived, and he had not uttered a single word, from the moment they noticed him, no one could ignore him, nor could they dare to.
While everyone's attention was fixed on Lin Xuan, Lin Xuan himself was looking down at the stone tablet beneath his feet. He could sense that the tablet's seal was weakening.
At the same time, a peculiar energy was secretly and continuously eroding the seal on the surface of the Great Desolate Ancient Tablet.
In truth, it could not exactly be called a seal. More accurately, they were the spiritual patterns of the divine artifact itself—the formation patterns of the spiritual array fused into it when the divine artifact had first been forged.
However, the Great Desolate Ancient Tablet had no master and no one capable of activating it. Furthermore, the Tablet Soul was extremely weak and had long since fallen asleep, unable to activate the spiritual array to protect itself.
Thus, the current seal relied more on certain special formation patterns within the spiritual array, their innate sealing power, along with some of the divine artifact's own special abilities, to make it difficult for ordinary people to enter.
That was why, despite the Great Desolate Ancient Tablet standing upon the Great Desolate Ancient Plain for countless years, neither the Nine Heavens Great Purity Palace, whose territory happened to encompass this place, nor the neighboring Dao Sect had taken action to remove it.
In the eyes of ordinary people, a divine artifact that had lost its Tablet Soul and could not even fully activate its formation patterns was worth, at most, the equivalent of a quasi-Pure Origin