With just those few words, Ye Lin had denied their future, directly cutting off their path—and, by extension, severing their Dao.
To cut off another's path in pursuit of the Dao was a feud that would not rest until one side was dead.
"Senior, I, Ye, believe that my strength is already on par with yours. Besides, Senior is merely a Nine-Tribulation Loose Immortal, still ultimately within this world."
"Yet I have already stepped into the Immortal Realm and transcended this world. If I wished, I could enter the Star River at any time—what you call ascension."
"And if I wanted to do something right now, who among you could stop me?"
"So I ask you, Senior: why would I go to such lengths to deceive you? What benefit could I possibly gain from it?"
"What fun is there in dealing with a bunch of people whose road ahead has already been cut off?"
A vast aura radiated from Ye Lin, clashing against the old man's presence. Yet faintly, Ye Lin's aura was a notch weaker.
Who knew how many years this old fellow had lived? His cultivation had long reached an unfathomable level, while Ye Lin had only just entered the Earth Immortal Realm.
If he were to contend with this group of old foxes now, he would most likely lose.
But if he were allowed to lie low at this realm for some time, then even if all these old fellows joined forces, he would still have the strength to fight them.
Seeing Ye Lin speak with such conviction, the old man fell silent. What Ye Lin said was indeed right.
Had they not spent their entire lives pursuing that incomparably elusive Immortal Realm? Yet Ye Lin had already entered it. Why would he deceive them, and to