Then, although many people in the crowd cried out in alarm, none dared to move. Everyone forcibly suppressed the excitement and urgency in their hearts, waiting for every move of that youth who seemed like an immortal deity.
Lin Xuan paid no attention to the others. Once he saw that the strange demonic qi on the Great Desolate Ancient Tablet had been temporarily restrained, he stepped forward and vanished into the vortex.
"Lin Dong, be careful on your own. If anything happens, send a signal immediately!"
Within the Lin Clan's group, Lin Ke'er turned to Lin Dong and spoke. She clearly understood his habit of traveling alone. After saying this, she directly followed the Lin Clan's forces and was the first to rush into the vortex.
After the Lin Clan's forces charged in, the Wang Clan and Qin Clan forces were equally unwilling to lag behind and rushed in together. Huangfu Jing of the Huangfu Clan, however, did not seem particularly anxious. She gave the Great Desolate Ancient Tablet a few more glances before following them inside.
After the Four Great Clans entered the vortex one after another, the Yin Puppet Sect, Martial Alliance, and Great Demon Gate followed closely behind. Mu Qianqian of the Great Demon Gate seemed to want to pull Lin Dong along, but she suddenly could not find him. She could only lead the Great Demon Gate's forces into the vortex.
Lin Dong himself, meanwhile, held the shrunken Little Flame in his arms, mingled among the crowd, and entered the Great Desolate Ancient Tablet.
On the vast, desolate land lingered an indescribable sense of loneliness and age. The moment Lin Xuan set foot upon it, a feeling of sorrow inexplicably rose in his heart.
Looking around, there was nothing in the silent world but himself.