Yet this cultivation technique could actually be used in the outside world, making Ye Lin think for a moment that he was still within an illusion.
In the end, however, Ye Lin accepted it. It was only a Heaven-Reaching Tower trial—it could not possibly be this difficult. If it really was, then he would simply resign himself to fate.
Without another thought, Ye Lin began cultivating. His body harmonized with heaven and earth, and the circulation of his meridians aligned with the laws governing their operation. It had to be said that this technique truly defied the heavens.
Even among countless immortal-tier cultivation techniques, a cultivation method like this stood alone at the very top.
Time passed swiftly. Throughout it all, Ye Lin sat cross-legged on the ground like a statue, utterly motionless, his entire person resembling a stone.
Meanwhile, the surrounding space grew increasingly solid. If one looked closely, they would discover that even the flow of time around him had become somewhat irregular. The ground was filled with an aura of destruction, and every corner of the small world brimmed with destructive intent, annihilating all things and shattering all things.
"This brat really doesn't care about the details at all. If you keep messing around like this, my floating island won't last much longer."
At that moment, Zhuge Yun approached with a basket on his back. Seeing strands of destructive aura spreading from Ye Lin's small world and wantonly wrecking his floating island, he was clearly somewhat angered.
He had painstakingly built this floating island himself. Every blade of grass upon it was the fruit of his labor—how could he possibly stand by and watch someone wreak havoc on it like this?
With a headache, Zhuge Yun casually sent out a ray of light, directly dispersing the destructive