Lin Xuan walked to within roughly eight zhang of the Artifact Spirit.
At this moment, wariness showed on the Artifact Spirit's face. It was genuinely worried that Lin Xuan would charge right up to it.
When Lin Xuan stopped eight zhang away, the Artifact Spirit also breathed a faint sigh of relief.
At this moment, Lin Xuan's gaze grew increasingly solemn, because the pressure he was enduring had reached an unprecedented intensity.
The pressure was truly terrifying. Lin Xuan felt an evil aura permeating every pore of his body.
That hidden existence seemed to be trying at every moment to change Lin Xuan, turning him into a bloodthirsty being.
Moreover, as time passed, it gained more and more ways to influence Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan's expression became extremely grim. He knew very clearly that although he was powerful, his willpower was ultimately limited.
If these evil auras continued surging forth without end, it would be extremely fatal for Lin Xuan.
As time passed, Lin Xuan could not possibly hold back so many evil auras forever.
If this continued, sooner or later Lin Xuan would be corrupted by these evil auras.
Even if he did not turn into a madman, he would certainly become a bloodthirsty being.
That was not the outcome Lin Xuan wanted to see, so he continued struggling with all his might.
Lin Xuan's willpower was terrifying, making him arguably the strongest among all experts in the same realm.
Lin Xuan forcibly withstood all the evil emotions without being assimilated by them.
Instead, he maintained himself. As time passed, Lin Xuan discovered that he seemed to have gained something. His soul seemed to have sublimated, becoming incomparably clear and lucid.
"This gaze is evil, but within that evilness, it seems capable of transforming my soul."
Lin Xuan muttered