But when they saw Ye Lin battered beyond recognition, a trace of admiration flashed through all their eyes. Then, one after another, they stepped out.
Someone had already led the way—what was there left for them to hesitate over?
They had already come this far—what was there still worth hesitating about?
"I made it."
With the light gate close at hand, Ye Lin suddenly summoned the last shred of strength in his body and stepped into it. The next moment, his figure vanished into the light gate.
The sight stirred everyone's spirits, filling each of them with even greater drive.
The moment Ye Lin entered the light gate, all the injuries across his body healed instantly. After all, none of them had harmed his foundation; they were hardly serious wounds.
Standing within Dragon Island, Ye Lin looked at the starlike points of light in the sky. Every single one contained an incomparably rich Dao aura.
This Dao aura was several times denser than that of the stone stele in Void Burial. It was as though the Great Dao itself had been placed before him for him to comprehend.
At that moment, the Great Dao, once intangible and ethereal, seemed to take tangible form.
So this was Dragon Island. No wonder it could make those people fight so desperately.
In the sky, figures sat cross-legged one after another. Each was wrapped in Dao aura, having fallen into a deep state of comprehending the Dao.
Seeing this, Ye Lin no longer hesitated. In a flash, he arrived at the spot nearest the Dao aura, sat down cross-legged, and began carefully comprehending its power in order to inscribe the imprints of the myriad Daos.
"Hm?"
A moment later, Ye Lin opened his eyes, a trace of puzzlement flashing through them. Why did his