Ye Lin's aura grew ever stronger, while the old man's presence weakened further. As one rose and the other fell, the old man ultimately could not hold on.
The old man let out a muffled grunt, a drop of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Seeing this, Ye Lin withdrew his aura and looked down at the old man from above.
He did not want the old man's life.
For one thing, the old man was advanced in years, his qi and blood withered. In a straightforward contest, he could not bring his full strength to bear unless he fought to the death.
But Ye Lin had no intention of killing him. A fight to the death would be far too costly.
That was also why Ye Lin had won so easily.
"Can you tell me now why you did this?"
Ye Lin asked coldly.
The old man sighed. He had been utterly defeated in this covert contest. The person before him was not someone he could afford to offend.
If he thoroughly provoked such a powerhouse, then the Heavenly Constant Sect would not be far from destruction either.
"It was the Heavenly Dao's decree."
After the old man spoke, Ye Lin's brows furrowed tightly, his face filled with confusion.
"The Heavenly Dao? Tell me the details."
"The Heavenly Dao told us that the Ascension Gate is about to open. But this time, there are not enough spots in the Ascension Gate, so the blood of all living beings is needed as a sacrifice, using their qi and blood to replenish the Ascension Gate."
"Only then can it accommodate more powerhouses entering the Ascension Gate and ascending to the Immortal World."
"So you instigated this war and turned all of Southern Continent into a wasteland of corpses?"
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