Lin Ping stood quietly in midair, his gaze calm as he looked into the distance. Within the hollow, bolts of purple lightning crisscrossed one another, and an incomparably terrifying power was brewing.
This power was enough to destroy heaven and earth.
He wanted to leave too, but he was unwilling to accept it. After paying such an enormous price, would it all come to nothing in the end? No one would feel good about that.
Behind him, Ye Lin took the Chaos Sword Casket from his Spatial Ring and set it horizontally at his side. Then, Ye Lin swiftly formed hand seals with his right hand. In an instant, peals of sword cries rang out through heaven and earth.
The long swords flew out from the Chaos Sword Casket, Bai Ling among them. Of course Ye Lin understood the principle that wealth should not be flaunted, but that only applied when one lacked sufficient strength.
If a Qi Refining cultivator held a Heaven Grade weapon, it would surely draw the covetous gazes of countless people. But if that Heaven Grade weapon was in the hands of a Mahayana half-immortal, everyone would find it perfectly reasonable, and no one would dare covet it.
That was simply how it worked.
The nine long swords hovered quietly behind Ye Lin. At that moment, Lin Ping at the front sensed the Sword Dao Rule behind him and slowly turned around.
The prodigies who could squeeze into the first, second, third, and fourth tiers had all comprehended rules. Without comprehending rules, it was simply impossible to enter those tiers. Among your peers, you would merely serve as a foil for others, a stepping stone beneath their feet.
At this moment, Ye Lin's three thousand strands of silver hair danced wildly. At this moment, Ye Lin