For most people, hearing of such a realm would already make them lose the motivation to cultivate. The road was too long, too distant. They were afraid.
Ye Lin, however, was the exact opposite. Not only did he not feel that way, he was instead filled with drive.
Only someone like that was suited to the Dao, only someone like that could be among those who made it to the very end.
What am I even thinking? There are many geniuses. Across the starry river, those more outstanding than him are everywhere. Yet those who can ultimately reach that step are few and far between.
After pondering for a moment, the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar mocked itself inwardly.
It had followed its master for countless years and had seen innumerable heavenly prodigies and countless powerhouses throughout the starry river.
Those prodigies truly were monstrous. Pick any one of them out, and they could crush Ye Lin within the same realm. But how many of them made it to the end? Few and far between.
There was not even a single one.
A genius who had not grown up was no genius at all.
The next moment, Ye Lin tore through space and entered the secret realm with the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar.
The instant he entered the secret realm, his view suddenly opened up. Before him lay an exceedingly bizarre world: above his head was a vast forest, and on the ground was another vast forest. He himself stood right in the middle.
Living beings above his head trod upon the ground, and identical living beings beneath his feet also trod upon the ground.
Even more astonishingly, Ye Lin discovered an identical version of himself overhead.
Whatever he did, that other self did as well, as though this were a mirror world.