"Good grief, this lock has tens of thousands of layers. These Lin ancestors were way too damn devious, weren't they? At this rate, they might as well not have passed down the sword art at all."
Li Tianming grumbled inwardly.
He had yet to try, but honestly, his chances were truly slim.
Of course, he could understand it. After all, that ancestor had never wanted outsiders to obtain his inheritance through deliberate sabotage.
His inheritance was meant only for Lin descendants capable of comprehending his sword!
Precisely because of that, the locks he had set up were actually aimed at powerful experts—even experts on the same level as that ancestor—to prevent theft.
"Who was that awesome?"
Li Tianming did not dare try for the moment.
He withdrew his Dark Arm, then turned back and asked the still-excited Little Ghost Lin, "Who left behind this sword stele? What were his traits? What weaknesses did he have?"
He wanted to know himself and his enemy before prying open the lock!
This was the professionalism of a starry-sky thief!
Clearly, this old senior was the kind of person Little Ghost Lin worshipped, so she was more than willing to "educate" Li Tianming.
That was also why Li Tianming had brought her along.
After all, he knew little about the Lin Clan. Having someone explain things made it far more convenient.
Other than this equally despised "ghost-god hybrid," probably no one else would have been willing to travel with Li Tianming.
"Lin Feng, do you know about the 'Gods and Devils Era' of our Swordgod Lin Clan?" Little Ghost Lin asked.
"If I knew, would I still be asking you? Cut the crap and explain it directly, or I'll count it as you padding the word count," Li Tianming snapped.
"...!"
Little Ghost Lin