Sword Extinguishes All Life

All he had to pay was the effort to calculate the location of the remaining stone steles; it was simple.

"You claim you can calculate the fates of great powers, yet you can't figure out what's inside this stele?"

Looking at Toutian before him, Ye Lin patted the stele at his side and said with a smile.

"In my current state, I truly cannot calculate it. But in my prime, calculating such a trivial matter would have been effortless."

"If not for the fact that I lost ninety percent of my origin, how could I be mocked by the likes of you?"

Hearing Ye Lin mock him, Toutian grew anxious at once.

Cultivators of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion hated nothing more than being told they couldn't calculate something; they were proper, legitimate fortune-tellers, not mere charlatans.

Ye Lin's words had undoubtedly infuriated Toutian.

Hearing Toutian's words, Ye Lin felt a jolt of surprise. Good heavens, to survive after losing ninety percent of one's origin—it was a miracle.

An ordinary cultivator would be in critical condition and forced into emergency seclusion after losing even ten percent of their origin.

Losing fifty percent meant instant death.

Yet, Toutian stood before him having lost ninety percent, still capable of calculating the fates of great powers. One had to admit, these Heavenly Secret Pavilion cultivators were truly monstrous; it was no wonder they had been jointly annihilated by the major powers.

"Fine, can you tell me now what exactly is inside this stele?"

Toutian continued to ask. The secrets atop this stele were known to no one, and the fact that Ye Lin knew them made him itch with curiosity.

As a fortune-teller, being unable to calculate something he clearly had the capacity to discern—due to various external conditions—was a state of being more