The Sun-Shooting Bow in Hand

He had come to terms with it now. Ye Lin was a Human Race prodigy, and he was grateful that the Human Race had produced such an exceptional talent.

The leaders of small factions focused solely on growing stronger, sparing no effort to undermine other factions for the sake of their own power.

But once you reached a certain position, you had only one goal in your heart: the greater good. The greater good of the Human Race. As long as something benefited the Human Race as a whole, you would do it.

Your position shaped your perspective.

Once you reached the very top, your gaze was no longer confined to some tiny place.

And Meng Yun seemed to have grasped something now.

Behind Meng Yun, the disciples all drew sharp breaths, their faces filled with shock.

"Gasp! He actually passed forty levels and wants to challenge the forty-first? Isn't that terrifying? My heavens."

"Gasp! That's simply terrifying. The Four Seas Barrier!"

"That's the forty-first level!"

The disciples all cried out in amazement. At that moment, they felt nothing but admiration for Ye Lin. No one looked down on him anymore.

Once you stood somewhere others could only look up to, all you received were envious, admiring gazes.

The next moment, the light on the forty-first level went out, and Ye Lin slowly emerged from the entrance.

"I was still a little short."

Ye Lin put away Evil Slayer and shook his head regretfully. In the end, he had lost because his cultivation was insufficient. The forty-first level required him to slay five Great Demons at the peak of Spirit Transformation.

He was only at mid-stage Spirit Transformation. Even with every trump card laid bare, he still couldn't beat them.

If he were at the peak of Spirit Transformation, perhaps