As time passed, more and more gray-white mist gathered around the Xuantian Great Tomb. As the gray-white mist increased, the Artifact Spirit found it increasingly difficult.
At this moment, the Artifact Spirit's expression had become extremely ugly.
The Artifact Spirit constantly spread his mental power across every strand of gray-white mist, but no matter how carefully he searched,
he still could not find any trace of Lin Xuan. In the Artifact Spirit's eyes, none of the gray-white mist that had merged near the Xuantian Great Tomb contained the slightest trace of Lin Xuan's aura.
After discovering this, the Artifact Spirit's expression became truly awful, but there was nothing he could do.
Clenching his fists continuously, he wanted to roar, but the Artifact Spirit also knew very well that even if he roared now, it would be useless.
It could not change his current situation.
The Artifact Spirit shifted his gaze to the gray-white mist outside the Xuantian Great Tomb. Although quite a lot of the gray-white mist had merged near the Xuantian Great Tomb,
there was still a great deal of gray-white mist wandering through the white world, and its quantity was terrifying.
The Artifact Spirit's mental power could not possibly observe all the gray-white mist.
The Artifact Spirit was truly anxious now, but he still had no way to deal with the situation.
At this moment, the Artifact Spirit could only wear an utterly helpless expression, because he already understood that he simply could not stop Lin Xuan.
As time passed.
Lin Xuan would arrive near the Xuantian Great Tomb sooner or later. Moreover, unless something unexpected happened, by the time he reached the vicinity of the Xuantian Great Tomb, the Artifact Spirit's mental power would have grown so weak that he would be unable to detect Lin Xuan.