In the blink of an eye, a hundred years passed, and Ye Lin had secluded himself in that mysterious space for a full century.
"That's it? Couldn't it have lasted a little longer?"
Sitting in the small courtyard, Ye Lin smacked his lips, a trace of lingering dissatisfaction flashing across his face.
It was over already? That had been far too quick. He had not had his fill yet.
The greatest pleasure in this world was having the Three Thousand Great Daos laid out before your eyes, waiting to see whether you would reach out and comprehend them.
Sadly, the time had been too short.
"Next are these ten Dao imprints, and the Samsara Disk."
Looking at the remaining opportunities in his hands, Ye Lin once again entered seclusion.
At this point, he truly resembled a cultivation madman, with only cultivation on his mind.
This was also Ye Lin's first truly proper period of cultivation. In the past, he had either been fighting or on the road to another fight.
Only now did Ye Lin finally have ample time to temper and settle himself.
Outside, Luo Yao and Lin Yunlu had gone completely wild. The two ran back and forth through the Purple Mist Heavenly Palace, wreaking havoc on every part of the Purple Sky Heavenly Palace they could get their hands on.
The two had played to their hearts' content, turning the formerly lifeless Purple Sky Heavenly Palace into a place brimming with vitality.
The elders of the Purple Sky Heavenly Palace glared furiously at the two little troublemakers.
The most enraged among them was the alchemy elder, Zhang Wujue. Looking at the Alchemy Room, which had been ravaged into a complete mess, he blew his beard and glared.
Those two little brats had actually eaten his pills like