Listening to White Wind's account, Ye Lin stroked his chin in thought. Then his eyes brightened slightly.
This Central Domain was rather interesting.
While the two chatted, the warship had already arrived in an unfamiliar Starry Sky.
"You can rest first. Our Demon Spirit Race is in the Demon Spirit Galaxy Cluster. The journey alone will take at least three months."
Seeing Ye Lin standing motionlessly beside him and gazing ahead, White Wind said with a smile. In the Starry Sky, nothing was truly a problem—the greatest problem was distance.
For Taiyi Mystical Immortals and Golden Immortals, such things were nothing, but for cultivators at the bottom, they were fatal.
A single journey often had to be measured in years.
The entire Star River Cosmos was simply too vast, stretching endlessly beyond sight, with no end in reach. The distance between two factions could easily amount to hundreds of millions of star li.
"Alright, thank you for the trouble."
Ye Lin nodded. The three months would be just enough time to purge the murderous aura left behind in his body.
Ye Lin went to the rear of the warship and sat cross-legged. He took out the Mysterious Yellow All-Things Bell from his Spatial Ring and placed it above his head. At once, an earthy yellow radiance enveloped his body.
Only after the Mysterious Yellow All-Things Bell protected his body did Ye Lin close his eyes and begin regulating his breath.
The moment he closed his eyes, three months passed in the outside world.
"Fellow Daoist, Fellow Daoist, wake up. We've arrived."
The instant he closed his eyes and opened them again, three months had elapsed. White Wind stood at a distance, softly calling Ye Lin's name.
Once a cultivator entered meditation, they could not be disturbed lightly. If someone stepped