Fate?

Ye Lin spoke to himself where he stood. He believed that the artifact spirit before him could certainly hear him.

Otherwise, it would not have come here.

"Leave. You and I are not fated."

Just as Ye Lin was about to continue speaking, a heavy voice rang out.

Hearing this, a trace of surprise flashed through Ye Lin's eyes. So it was indeed so. Fate? Could this fate possibly be Zhao Ling'er outside?

"Fate? What is fate?"

Ye Lin continued to question it. After all, this was a supreme artifact—and a sword-type supreme artifact at that, the thing most suited to him.

He did not want to give up so willingly. He still wanted to fight for it.

"Fate is ordained by heaven. You are outstanding, but you truly have no fate with me."

Instead, Ye Lin's expression relaxed upon hearing this.

"Ordained by heaven? We cultivators naturally should not submit to heaven's decree. If we submitted to heaven's decree, we would never have embarked upon the path of cultivation."

"The Great Dao has fifty, but one escapes. That one which escapes is the single thread of life, and that single thread of life is the path by which all living beings cultivate."

"Cultivation is inherently an act of defying heaven. Having already stepped onto this road, how can one speak of submitting to heaven's decree?"

"If Divine Sword Dao Venerable were here, he would not acknowledge such a claim either."

The moment Ye Lin finished speaking, the surrounding blood-red space began to churn violently. Terrifying auras rose one after another, and the blood-red space looked as though it were about to collapse.

The next moment, a suppressed voice came through.

"Why do you know my master's name?"

A smile curled across Ye Lin's lips. Divine Sword Dao Venerable was