Feeling the changes throughout his body, Ye Lin's lips curled upward.
The Sword Intent surrounding him swept outward, and the so-called pressure vanished without a trace.
Then Ye Lin lifted his foot, looking relaxed and at ease, and started walking upward.
"He... Wasn't he just looking like he was under pressure? Why does he seem like a completely different person now?"
Behind Ye Lin, a disciple struggling to climb stared in bewilderment.
Ye Lin had been just like them a moment ago. How had he suddenly become like a different person?
"He's comprehended Sword Intent. An artistic conception now surrounds him, and he can use its unique ability to draw upon the force of heaven and earth to resist the pressure from the Heavenly Path."
"Clever. What a pity that comprehending an artistic conception is incredibly difficult. It seems this Heavenly Path isn't meant for me."
In the distance, a disciple holding a feather fan watched Ye Lin's retreating figure, speaking thoughtfully.
"Sure enough, this is easy."
With Sword Intent warding off the pressure, Ye Lin looked relaxed and at ease, as though he were taking an ordinary stroll.
Looking upward, he saw only five figures. Including himself, there were just six.
Behind them, a great many Outer Sect disciples could barely move, each step an immense struggle.
Those who had comprehended an artistic conception were few and far between.
Ye Lin continued upward with ease, but when he reached the final hundred steps, his expression changed.
His Sword Intent was useless against what came next.
This pressure acted directly on the soul.
Around him, the five disciples who had made it this far all wore grim expressions.
Li Xiaoyao remained where he was, his expression exceedingly grim.
Ninety-nine, ninety-eight, ninety-seven, ninety-six...
With every step, Ye Lin silently counted down.