In the brief interval while Ye Lin was thinking, the turbulent space had already been completely calmed by Yin-Yang Venerable.
Before Yin-Yang Venerable, Ye Lin was like a babbling infant. No matter how hard Ye Lin tried, no matter how dazzling his sword techniques were, in Yin-Yang Venerable's eyes, he was always like a primitive man who had only learned how to make fire.
A gap in realms like this was simply not something Ye Lin could cross.
It was like Ye Lin now—if he suppressed his cultivation to the Mahayana realm, he too could be invincible among Mahayana cultivators.
Those Mahayana prodigies he had once held in high regard were nothing before Ye Lin. That was the crushing force of a difference in realm and vision.
Such a gap could never be leveled through effort alone.
"Good, good, good. That sword strike was not bad—truly stunning."
"However, it still falls a little short. Junior, this projection of mine still has some strength left. Use all your power, reveal every trump card you possess. If you can wound me, I will grant you an entire great era."
"Consider it a greeting gift for the invincible one of this era."
Yin-Yang Venerable smiled faintly at Ye Lin, utterly devoid of the overbearing attitude he had shown upon first learning Ye Lin's identity.
"All my methods, all my trump cards?"
At those words, Ye Lin fell into confusion for a moment. He looked at the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor in his hand, then finally put it away behind his back.
"Hmm? Giving up?"
Seeing Ye Lin's actions, a trace of doubt flashed through Yin-Yang Venerable's eyes. An invincible one should forge ahead without fear, yet Ye Lin's actions clearly suggested that he intended to give up?
Could it be that