Only he from the Wind Snow Sword Sect had come here; he carried the hopes of the entire Wind Snow Sword Sect on his shoulders.
There were no fewer than four Golden Immortal powerhouses before him. If they fought, he would be no match for them.
What did it mean to suffer grievous injuries here?
The man before him was right—it meant he could go home early.
Serious injuries meant losing the qualifications to continue competing.
There was only one chance, and he did not want to waste it here.
"Fellow Daoist, a wise choice. I wish you success in securing a spot."
After giving Li Rufeng a deep look, Ye Lin continued toward the other side. This fellow was wise, and clever.
He liked dealing with clever people.
The Path of Life stretched on for a long distance, with no end in sight. Yet Ye Lin and the others proceeded smoothly; virtually no one dared block their way.
What a joke. They had the combat power of four Golden Immortals—who would dare stop them?
Besides, no one had yet set foot in the Land of Life. There were still plenty of opportunities, and no one wanted to risk their lives from the very start.
Ninety percent of the prodigies in the Desolate Land had yet to emerge. There would be plenty more opportunities.
Their thinking was simple: the smallest cost for the greatest return.
That was all.
I didn't expect this to go so smoothly.
As he walked, Ye Lin thought to himself. He had not expected this road to be so unobstructed.
The reason it had gone so smoothly was that the vast majority of the prodigies were still inside the Desolate Land and had not come out.
There were still fifty days left, and only a small