"Since that is the case, the bond between you and me has come to an end. Farewell."
Shen Junxue cast Ye Lin a cold glance before finally turning and leaving without the slightest hesitation.
She had always believed that the reason she had failed to awaken the Ancient Ancestor bloodline was related to Ye Lin taking a share of that drop of blood.
Watching Shen Junxue's departing figure, Ye Lin was in an excellent mood. This trip had not been in vain.
To gain such a tremendous opportunity for nothing at all—he had not lost out.
"However..."
At that moment, Ye Lin frowned and began calculating on his fingers. The next instant, his expression changed.
"Damn it, two months have already passed."
There was still one month until the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Sword Art descended. He did not know whether those Divine Kingdom prodigies had already left.
If those Divine Kingdom prodigies had departed, it meant that he was fated to miss that opportunity.
The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sword Art was something he had long coveted. After all, it was a Supreme Art—and a sword art at that. It was practically tailor-made for him.
What he lacked now was precisely a Supreme Art centered on slaughter. If he could seize the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sword Art as well, his strength would undergo a qualitative leap.
Having made up his mind, Ye Lin did not dare delay. He turned and headed toward that eerie star.
Now, he could only hope that those Divine Kingdom prodigies had not left. Otherwise, even regret would come too late.
At the same time, upon the eerie star.
A group of ragged cultivators lay sprawled across the ground. All around them lurked eerie entities that filled the heavens, with the four at the