"Fellow Daoist, you're a Rogue Cultivator, aren't you? Just listen to what those people from the great powers say. It's all meant to scare you."
"You've cultivated to this extent and experienced no small number of things along the way, haven't you? How are you still so naive?"
"That's right, Fellow Daoist. Being naive isn't cute—it'll truly get you killed."
"Be a little sharper."
Inside the main hall, the geniuses began laughing and teasing one another, because none of them had found anything worthwhile.
With no benefits to fight over, these geniuses were all so amiable they might as well have been sworn brothers.
After all, appearances still had to be maintained.
Meanwhile, Ye Lin quietly listened to their conversation.
Sometimes, the things these people said contained a great deal of information.
"This hall doesn't seem to have any profit to be had. Keep searching if you want—I'll be taking my leave first."
In the end, one young man could no longer hold himself back. After waving to the others, he turned and left.
The rest followed suit. They had already searched this place for a long time. This hall looked like a place for meetings—what treasures could it possibly contain?
Ye Lin walked to the wall with his hands behind his back.
Mysterious patterns were carved into the wall, seemingly arranged with some kind of order. Unfortunately, Ye Lin could not understand them at all.
"Do you know anything about the Black Tortoise Secret Realm?"
Ye Lin asked the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar.
"I don't. I've heard of the Black Tortoise Holy Palace, but after it was destroyed, I never looked into it again. For ruins belonging to other powers like this, if that power was destroyed and the ruins fell into the void, becoming impossible to find, then when