The Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor was a blood-drinking sword through and through; only by drinking blood could it recover.
This was also Ye Lin's first grand gift to the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor.
The blood of dozens of True Immortal experts.
"No need."
Ye Lin waved his hand, wrapped the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor in white bandages again, and slung it across his back.
With a casual clench of his hand, the dried corpses below turned to flying ash.
Looking at the four enormous spheres of light behind him, Ye Lin fell into deep thought.
Each sphere of light represented one of the paths he currently cultivated as his main focus.
The Dao of Time.
The Sword Dao of Destruction.
The Great River Sword Dao.
The Dao of Destiny.
Four paths.
They were called his main paths of cultivation because they were also the four paths he had comprehended most deeply.
They were said to be Dao, but in truth, they were not even the rudiments of Dao—at best, they were merely a faint trace of understanding toward it.
"Destiny, why can't I touch it?"
Standing before the sphere of Destiny, Ye Lin murmured to himself. He had used the Sword Dao of Destruction, the Dao of Time, and the Great River Sword Dao, but he had never used the Dao of Destiny.
It was as though the Dao of Destiny was not meant for combat. Even when he tried to draw upon it, nothing came of it.
Space was king, time was emperor; when Destiny did not emerge, karma reigned supreme.
The mystery of Destiny could be seen from those sixteen words alone.
After looking at it for a while, Ye Lin finally dispersed his domain.
It seemed he still needed to find