"Something's not right."
Having just sat down, Ye Lin caught a flash of light in the distance. Suspicious by nature, he immediately headed forward.
"I clearly saw a treasure's radiance flash here."
When he reached the spot, Ye Lin saw only a wall. He placed his right hand against it and pressed lightly, but the wall before him stood firm and unmoving. Even the divine sense he released was instantly rebounded.
Ye Lin was not about to give up. A Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal would not suffer from delusions or the like. He had seen that flash of light just now—he had truly seen it. It truly existed.
"There's definitely something behind this wall."
Ye Lin clenched his right hand into a fist and threw a punch. A tremendous bang rang out from the wall, and the entire thing shuddered violently.
Yet that was all. Only a fist mark one centimeter deep had been left upon the wall.
"There really is something."
A smile appeared on Ye Lin's face. There really was something here. An ordinary wall would never be this hard.
That casual punch of his just now would have been enough to collapse an entire great world in the starry sky, yet it could not even shake this tiny wall.
There was only one explanation: the wall itself was an extremely valuable treasure, and it was certainly protecting something behind it.
"Saint-Falling Fist."
Ye Lin slowly retreated several steps, the power of laws winding around his right hand. Then he suddenly launched a punch.
Endless power of laws poured over the wall, and cracks instantly spread across its surface.
But to Ye Lin's surprise, though cracks had appeared, the wall still did not collapse.
"Then I'll do it again."
Ye Lin clenched his right fist and threw another