Looking at Ye Lin before him, the old man inexplicably said, "No one usually believes verbal agreements like this, and no one would honor them either. After all, if Ye Lin took my Boundless Art and left without fulfilling his promise, there would be nothing I could do, right?"
"Fellow Daoist, I have nothing of value to offer. The only thing I can present is this. It is a low-grade Boundless Art that I obtained ten thousand years ago. This art is exceedingly overbearing; I hope Fellow Daoist will cultivate it with caution."
A sphere of light gathered between the old man's two fingers, and he sent it before Ye Lin.
Within that point of light was recorded the low-grade Boundless Art, the Three Heaven-Opening Forms.
"Thank you."
Ye Lin accepted the Three Heaven-Opening Forms and, without hesitation, placed them into his sea of consciousness.
Ye Lin did not begin comprehending it immediately. After all, it was a low-grade Boundless Art; even he would need some time to fully grasp it.
Clearly, this was not the right time to comprehend the art.
"In your current state, you can live for another three months. Hold on for three more months. Within that time, I will bring the heads of everyone in the Blazing Sun Heaven Sect to you."
Ye Lin patted the old man's lingering remnant consciousness, then turned and left. The old man, meanwhile, sat where he was with a face full of delight.
Could his vengeance finally be had?
When he had fallen back then, he had left behind this sliver of remnant consciousness. He had held no hope for it, but now, he had truly stumbled upon an opportunity.
If a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal expert truly wished to avenge him, then this blood feud of his might