The Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar sprawled atop Ye Lin's shoulder and grumbled. It had originally been promised half the Holy Spring, but in the end, it had not gotten a single drop—all of it had been absorbed by Ye Lin.
Originally, Ye Lin's divine soul could not have accommodated so much Holy Spring at once. But unfortunately, Ye Lin cultivated the Nine Lives Tower, and that thing was a gold-swallowing behemoth.
Ye Lin used the vast majority of the remaining Holy Spring to cultivate the Nine Lives Tower. At the cost of eighty percent of the Holy Spring and more than ten thousand low-grade immortal stones, the Nine Lives Tower had finally reached minor accomplishment.
At the very least, he had cultivated the phantom of the Nine Lives Tower. Later on, he would still need to pour in an enormous amount of resources.
"They're here."
Elsewhere, Liu Bai suddenly opened his eyes, a faint smile appearing on his face. He then lazily raised an arm, extended his index finger, and casually pointed toward the heavens.
In an instant, a heaven-shaking Sword Qi erupted. The Sword Qi contained an incomparably dense aura of the Rule of Destruction—he had imitated it by drawing upon Ye Lin's Rule of Destruction.
It had the form but not the spirit, yet that was enough.
The next moment, a streak of sword light flashed across the distant horizon. Ye Lin stood in the void with his hands behind his back, looking at Liu Bai before him.
"Let's get acquainted again. Ye Lin."
Ye Lin smiled at Liu Bai. He had already removed his mask, and his entire aura had changed completely.
If the former Ye Lin had been wreathed in killing intent, then the current Ye Lin carried an otherworldly aura about him. He seemed not to