Though it was regrettable, the cultivators still left obediently, one after another. After all, when Dragon Island started driving people away later, they might end up losing an arm or a leg.
Watching the prodigies depart one by one, Ye Lin slowly rose to his feet as well. The moment he stood, a series of crackling sounds erupted from his body.
"A hundred years have passed. Eight thousand three hundred and thirty-three Great Dao imprints—not bad. But I'm still a little short of completing my domain."
Ye Lin was very satisfied with this result, but he still had a long road ahead before his domain could reach completion.
Only when ten thousand imprints merged together and condensed into the power of laws would it become truly strongest.
A domain could be inscribed with ten thousand imprints, but for laws, one could only walk a single path. When the domain reached completion and the fusion began, one would choose the path most suited to one's heart.
The prerequisite, however, was a completed domain.
Having thought it through, Ye Lin walked step by step toward the entrance. He would leave from where he had entered.
Streams of light shot out from Dragon Island, while Dragon Island itself began the final stages of its closure.
The entire island slowly sealed itself away. Thus, the journey to Dragon Island came to a complete end.
Outside, great powers watched their juniors emerge, then took their own descendants and left one after another.
"Little friend, would you be willing to join my Demon Mountain?"
"Little friend, would you be willing to join my Cloud Firmament Pavilion? My Cloud Firmament Pavilion has a living Golden Immortal in residence, and we currently lack a Holy Son."
The great powers began their battle to recruit talents. Rogue Cultivators, their