In the space of a few short moments, Ye Lin was covered in blood. The various Sword Intents bearing down on him had become too much for his body to withstand.
Blood streamed from wounds all over him. From the outside, Ye Lin looked like a man drenched in blood. Without his faint breathing, anyone would have thought he was already dead.
Ye Lin sat there like that for a full ten days, without the slightest movement.
Meanwhile, in the outside world, a young woman was hurrying toward the Holy Sword Forbidden Land.
"Rumor has it that the Holy Sword Forbidden Land holds a sword once wielded by an ancestor of the Elf Race. As long as I release my own Sword Intent, I'm sure to resonate with the sword of my forebear. Then I'll be someone with an Earth Grade Low Tier Spirit Tool at my side, too."
The young woman was dressed elegantly, her features exquisite as she hurried toward the Holy Sword Forbidden Land.
A closer look would have revealed that this young woman was Shangguan Xihe.
"Damn lecher. Just let me catch you."
Shangguan Xihe's expression turned vicious.
Earlier, after entering a palace, she had discovered a treasure, only to be ambushed by members of the Demon Race and left seriously wounded.
That would have been bad enough, but not long afterward, someone came up to her and stole her Spatial Ring.
Just how shameless could someone be? He was a downright bastard.
She would never forget that man for the rest of her life.
If she ever caught that lecher, she would make him pay.
"This is the Holy Sword Forbidden Land, right?"
Looking at the Sword Mountain before her, Shangguan Xihe took out a map and compared it carefully, her face lighting up with