At this moment, the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor was crimson all over, as though it had been forged from poured blood.
Strands of powerful Sword Intent radiated from it, and a sharp, piercing aura rushed straight at them.
It was several times stronger than the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor from before.
Ye Lin was delighted by this result. He had never expected the old man to truly elevate the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor to the level of a Limitless Artifact.
Now, for it to be forged to this extent in only two days was already an unexpected delight.
"Thank you, Senior. I'm already more than satisfied that it could be forged like this. You've worked hard, Senior."
"As long as you're satisfied. Let's go. If you don't leave now, it'll be too late. I only hope that in this lifetime, this old man will still get to see you again."
The old man stroked his beard and smiled.
He hoped that by their next meeting, this group before him would already stand high above all others, becoming representatives of this remote land.
"Certainly."
Ye Lin met the old man's gaze, then turned and left.
"Don't worry, Senior. We'll definitely meet again."
"Farewell, Senior. The next time we meet, you'll have to bow to me and call me Senior instead."
Poison Venerable and Dugu Feng said with smiles. Then, one after another, they stepped into the teleportation formation, while Li Xiaoyao looked at the old man.
"Old man, we're leaving. You old fellows are pretty interesting. Try not to die too soon. When we meet again, if there's a chance, I'll let you see what the scenery of a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal looks like too."
Li Xiaoyao waved at the old man before him