It did not matter if he failed the artifact spirit's trial.
After all, if the artifact spirit did not acknowledge him, there was nothing he could do with the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor. A supreme artifact could not be forcibly wielded.
To use it by force, one would have to destroy the artifact spirit within it and then insert a new one. Yet that process was exceptionally difficult and lengthy.
At any rate, Ye Lin knew that, as he was now, he could not destroy the artifact spirit of a supreme artifact.
To reach that level, one would need to be at least a mighty expert at the Profound Immortal of Primordial Unity realm—or... a Golden Immortal.
The birth of every supreme artifact required the convergence of heaven, earth, and human fortune. Not one could be missing. No matter how superb one's artifact-refining methods were, if even one was lacking, a supreme artifact could not be forged.
This was what established the rarity and power of supreme artifacts.
As for Dao artifacts above supreme artifacts, they were simply beyond imagination. Whenever a Dao artifact appeared, a bloody storm would sweep across the entire Star River Cosmos.
Even those Primordial Unity Golden Immortals who sat high above, watching the world rise and fall, would be unable to resist entering the fray personally.
In the space of his thoughts, Ye Lin smoothly arrived at this so-called Sword Mountain.
Before him stood a massive mountain shrouded in gray mist. The mountain was entirely black, and even the earth beneath Ye Lin's feet was black.
Other than the black soil, there was nothing in sight. Wrapped in black mist, Ye Lin could not make out the mountain's full outline at all.
He could only follow the path beneath his feet as it