Yun Feng stood where he was with his hands behind his back, murmuring to himself. At this moment, he had thoroughly forged ties with the Dugu Family, and even Dugu Xiao, that old War God, had acknowledged him.
After all, he had not idled away these fifty years.
What he looked forward to even more now was Ye Lin. He wondered just how far Ye Lin had come over these fifty years.
He did not doubt Ye Lin in the slightest. That was someone capable of creating miracles.
The other great powers standing here thought the same. They too waited with eager anticipation, waiting to see what kind of results their juniors could achieve.
"Six thousand three hundred and thirty-two."
Within Dragon Island, Ye Lin slowly opened his eyes, a glimmer of delight flashing through them.
Over fifty years, he had inscribed several thousand Dao marks.
Such a terrifying achievement would frighten countless cultivators to death if word got out.
Unfortunately, among those several thousand Dao marks, only a pitiable hundred or so belonged to the Three Thousand Great Daos.
The workings of all laws and rules in the world were supported by the myriad Daos. When cultivators comprehended the Great Dao, they were in fact stealing the power of the Great Dao.
Among the myriad Daos, only the Three Thousand Great Daos were eternal. Every one of them could lead directly to the realm of true Transcendence, but the Three Thousand Great Daos were far from easy to comprehend.
Merely gaining a partial understanding and inscribing the marks of the myriad Daos was enough to work one to death.
"The Three Thousand Great Daos truly are difficult to comprehend."
For a moment, Ye Lin had an incomparably fierce headache. Even though his comprehension had now been enhanced, even though