The Stone Stele is Ours

"That's it. What do you think? Should I go over and grab it?"

"No, look again at what's beside the Stone Stele."

Hearing Toutian's words, Ye Lin looked toward the side of the Stone Stele.

Beside the massive Stone Stele sat a middle-aged cultivator. Ye Lin could not discern the middle-aged cultivator's cultivation level, but as he stared at him, it felt as if the man possessed a terrifying magical power that caused Ye Lin to gradually lose himself.

"Wake up."

Suddenly, Toutian let out a cold shout. Ye Lin jolted awake, his back instantly drenched in a cold sweat.

What had just happened to him?

"Don't look. That is a True Lord at the Dao Integration stage. There is Dao rhyme surrounding the True Lord; that kind of thing is not for the likes of us to behold. If you become immersed in a True Lord's Dao rhyme, you will gradually lose your sense of self, no matter how powerful your soul may be."

"You were nearly lost in it just now."

Toutian explained, his eyes closed.

Ye Lin was deeply shocked; his understanding of the terror of a Dao Integration stage True Lord had reached a new level.

So, the Dao Integration stage was this terrifying—to the point where one couldn't even look at them.

"The Stone Stele you want is right next to the True Lord, but I cannot guarantee whether the True Lord will discover us."

Toutian said with a grimace. The fact that the two of them had made it this far proved that his methods were still effective.

However, stealing something right under the nose of a True Lord placed immense psychological pressure on him.

"What do we do now? We don't have much time left."

Ye Lin spoke up. It had taken them