Ye Lin sat in a corner, listening to the conversations in the main hall. For a moment, his eyes flickered.
Could the Human Race prodigies these people spoke of being captured be Wang Tian and the others?
Ever since breaking through to the Golden Immortal realm, his intuition had grown increasingly sharp. His eyes could even see the threads of karma hidden within the unseen.
To put it simply, Ye Lin no longer needed the panel to freely inspect the Destiny of cultivators below the Heavenly Immortal realm.
If he wished, he could even alter Destiny.
For instance, if a Heavenly Immortal cultivator was fated never to become a True Immortal, Ye Lin could alter his Destiny and grant him a sliver of a chance to achieve True Immortalhood.
Such was the might of a Golden Immortal. This kind of power already carried the air of toying with all living beings.
In his eyes, all beings seemed like playthings.
Even Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals were no more than slightly larger grasshoppers in his eyes.
That sensation of immense power intoxicated Ye Lin.
With but a thought, he could decide another person's Destiny.
"No. I can't reach any of them. This is probably connected to that matter. Cloud Summit Mountain—I need to take a look."
After pondering for a long while, Ye Lin vanished from the tavern.
His intuition told him that his inability to contact those people this time was likely related to Cloud Summit Mountain.
In any case, Cloud Summit Mountain was not too far from the Heavenly Saint Imperial Dynasty. If things were not as he suspected, he could simply treat it as a trip to clear his mind.
Cloud Summit Mountain, as one of the oldest powers on the Origin Continent, stood second to none in