"Close, close! He wasn't lying, that brat wasn't lying! What a fragrant scent—hurry, faster!"
At that moment, the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar's incomparably excited voice kept ringing in Ye Lin's ears, while the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor strapped to his back began to tremble faintly.
Ye Lin could clearly sense a surge of excitement from the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor.
The Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor is still incomplete. Now that I have the resources, it's time to find an opportunity to seek out an artifact refiner and restore it.
Ye Lin could not help thinking this. The Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor was a supreme artifact; artifact refiners qualified to repair it were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.
Even if such people existed, they were not individuals Ye Lin was qualified to meet.
Artifact refiners and alchemists possessed absurdly lofty status. Moreover, being able to repair it meant being able to forge supreme artifacts.
What did the five words "forge a supreme artifact" represent?
They represented someone whom even a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal would find incomparably difficult to meet, someone utterly beyond Ye Lin's reach.
"Closer... the throbbing in my heart is growing stronger and stronger. Just what is it that's drawing me in?"
Chu Ling, following behind the two of them, suddenly clutched her chest and murmured to herself. Ever since some time ago, she had sensed that something in the north was calling to her.
And now, the farther north they went, the more pronounced that throbbing became. At this moment, even her blood was boiling.
"Impudent! When I roamed the Demon Domain, you were still a snot-nosed brat! You say I'm not a Demonic Cultivator? Remember my name—I am Gu Fengtian!"
An angry roar suddenly rang out