This injury took him a full hundred years to recover from.
A whole hundred years passed before his injuries had recovered by eighty percent.
Fortunately, his cultivation had barely stabilized at the sixth level of Golden Immortal. That was thanks to his deep foundation; otherwise, he would have had to start cultivating again from the fifth level of Golden Immortal.
The reason he did not continue recovering was that Ye Lin had sensed the increasingly dense aura of tribulation between heaven and earth.
Cultivating amid such dense tribulation aura could easily lead to qi deviation.
Thus, Ye Lin had been forced out of seclusion this time.
Still, Ye Lin was puzzled. Why had the tribulation aura of heaven and earth suddenly grown so abundant for no reason?
For a moment, Ye Lin thought of the Demon-Monster Realm.
Could it be that the Demon-Monster Realm had already fought its way here?
Were the Demon-Monster Realm's movements really that fast?
After thinking it over, Ye Lin began contacting the others.
Once he learned their locations, Ye Lin rushed over without stopping.
He had secluded himself for a hundred years, and now he felt as though he had fallen behind, cut off from reality.
Three hours later...
Divine Martial City, inside an unnamed little teahouse.
Wang Tian, Li Xiaoyao, and the others were seated together.
Ye Lin slowly walked over and sat down before them.
"You're injured?"
Gu Qingzhi, seated beside Ye Lin, frowned and turned to ask him.
"Just a minor injury. It's nothing. What exactly is going on now?"
Ye Lin casually waved a hand before looking at the people before him and asking softly.
"The Demon-Monster Realm has joined forces with the Seven Seas. The Eight Wastelands have now completely fallen, while countless cultivators across the Four Continents are joining