"Turn left ahead, then right, then left."
All along the way, Ye Lin followed the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar's directions, taking many detours as they headed straight for the very center.
"Do you have some kind of secret technique?"
At last, Ye Lin voiced the question that had puzzled him most. He refused to believe the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar was relying purely on instinct—there had to be some secret technique involved.
"What secret technique? Where would I get so many secret techniques? It's instinct, all instinct. I just feel that he's there."
The Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar replied awkwardly, though his tone was full of guilty uncertainty. Ye Lin had already figured it out.
"Forget it. The day you want to tell me, you'll naturally tell me. If you don't want to, then so be it. Sigh."
Ye Lin deliberately let out a sigh and waved his hand casually. During their conversation, they encountered many Magic Beasts, but Ye Lin cut every one of them down with a single sword strike.
In the end, Ye Lin reached his destination. Ahead lay endless thorns. Those violet thorns nearly formed a circle, and at the very center stood an enormous black flower, its petals tightly closed together.
"This is..."
Ye Lin sensed an eerie presence within the flower and stopped where he was.
At that moment, strands of strange violet mist rose from the black flower and slowly drifted toward Ye Lin.
"This mist can cause people to lose themselves. Be careful."
The Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar kindly warned him. During the time he had fought alongside the strongest experts, he had seen everything there was to see. He could be said to possess vast knowledge; in this world, there was practically nothing he did not recognize.
After all, to the strongest experts, the passage