Ye Lin stood beside Li Yuanba, staring at the enormous purple rift ahead, his pupils contracting.
The purple rift gave him a faint sense of palpitations.
There truly were still forces in this world capable of threatening him.
"If that person's guess was right, this violet-gold rift will open within the next couple of days. Let's wait. More powerful experts will surely arrive afterward."
Li Yuanba spoke in a deep voice. He was a Supreme Saint; since even he had come, he refused to believe those old monsters would stay away.
Originally, he had merely come to take a look.
There were countless old immortals here, and he was deeply wary of those old fellows. Even among Supreme Saints, there were differences in strength.
Just thinking about becoming enemies with those old fellows was frightening.
But now that Devil Fury was here to hold the fort, he was no longer afraid. Those old fellows? Heh. After Devil Fury had just entered the Supreme Saint realm, he had already been able to suppress peak Supreme Saints in battle.
Not to mention that Devil Fury had lingered at the peak of the Supreme Saint realm for who knew how long.
Devil Fury gave him the courage to look down on everything.
Ye Lin and Li Yuanba sat cross-legged in the void, waiting quietly. No one came to disturb them.
Three hours later, an incomparably powerful aura swept in from afar.
"Li Yuanba, you little brat actually dare to wade into these muddy waters?"
An elderly man holding a cane in both hands stood atop a white cloud, smiling amiably as he spoke.
Li Yuanba turned to look at the old man, his eyes filled with wariness.
He knew this old man. A famed figure from a hundred thousand years ago—the sect master