As time passed, shocking bloody gashes appeared across Ye Lin's body, each one looking utterly savage.
Yet Ye Lin gritted his teeth and endured from beginning to end. Beads of sweat the size of beans streamed down his forehead, but he never made a sound, only clenched his teeth and bore it.
"Damn it. True King Sacred Body, activate."
Veins bulged across Ye Lin's forehead. Pulling the chains with both hands, he swiftly formed seals, and mysterious runes began flashing across his skin.
The runes spread over Ye Lin's entire body. He rose to his feet once more, and a massive phantom abruptly appeared behind him.
The instant the phantom emerged, it shook the surrounding chains until they rang.
Ye Lin raised his eyes and stared fiercely at the single eye ahead.
Just what was the origin of this single eye?
All he could sense from it was an aura of supreme majesty, an aura similar to that of the Heavenly Dao.
The pressure of the Heavenly Dao?
Could this single eye have been formed from a fragment of the primordial Heavenly Dao?
However, Ye Lin's actions seemed to enrage the single eye. An even more immense pressure came crushing down upon him, forcing his body, which had only just steadied itself, to kneel again.
The veins in his arms stood out clearly as Ye Lin remained kneeling on the ground without moving.
At this moment, Ye Lin was in an utterly miserable state. The Dharma manifestation behind him had shattered, both knees were firmly planted on the ground, and even the veins throughout his body had burst. In an instant, he had become a man covered in blood.
He looked incomparably wretched, incomparably bedraggled.
Yet Ye Lin paid it no heed. He forcibly raised his head and stared unmoving