"What method should I use? Forcible seizure is out of the question. Start with Nangong Yanran? Clearly that won't work either—the forces behind Nangong Yanran haven't reached into the upper ranks of the Yin-Yang Divine Sect."
"A scheme? What scheme could possibly get my hands on someone else's sect-suppressing supreme treasure?"
At that thought, Ye Lin found it utterly laughable. In this world, what scheme could possibly allow one to obtain the sect-suppressing supreme treasure of a top-tier power?
No scheme would work, no matter what.
"Forget it. According to Yin Wuxie's panel, a small world will descend in three days. I should go take a look."
"I haven't absorbed essence or blood qi in fifteen years. The Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art within me is stirring again."
As he spoke, Ye Lin revealed a cruel smile. It had been a full fifteen years since he had absorbed blood qi and essence; the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art within him was already ravenous beyond endurance.
It was time to return to his old trade.
Just then, however, Ye Lin's gaze sharpened as he looked into the distance. In the distant sky hung an enormous black demonic cloud, and beneath it, a group of Asura Clan cultivators were fleeing in panic.
Wherever the black demonic cloud passed, the ground withered, vegetation dried up, rivers vanished, and even spiritual qi disappeared.
It was as though the essence of all things had been forcibly plundered.
"Human Race senior, save us!"
The fleeing Asura Clan cultivators spotted Ye Lin standing in midair and immediately cried out, flying toward him.
This was Asura Clan territory. Any outsider who could stand here openly and brazenly was surely a mighty expert. Otherwise, what minor cultivator would dare venture alone into the heartland of the Asura Clan? That would be nothing but