Standing here, in the next moment, an exalted gaze fell upon him.
Then Ye Lin felt that gaze constantly scrutinizing him, as though it had seen through every inch of his body.
Other factions had all manner of methods to test a cultivator's talent, but for the Heavenly Dao, a single glance was enough.
So long as it was within this Star River Cosmos, there was nothing the Heavenly Dao did not know.
No matter what it was, nothing could possibly be hidden from the Heavenly Dao.
In an instant, that exalted gaze vanished.
Ye Lin knew that this meant it was done. He had passed all three trials.
After all, he possessed the Chaos Sword Body. If even his current talent had a problem, then there would truly be a problem.
Next, it was time for the challenge.
The scene before Ye Lin rapidly shifted. The surrounding Void soon transformed into a desert.
At the edge of the desert stood a young man.
The young man wore a proud expression, his eyes carrying a trace of disdain, as though nothing in the world was worthy of entering his sight.
He merely stood there quietly, watching Ye Lin.
"Challenger, I shall give you three breaths' time to prepare."
The young man crossed his arms and looked at Ye Lin with an indifferent expression.
"Here he comes, here he comes—the hundredth rank, the number one among Thousand Blade Starfield's younger generation: Mad Blade."
"Mad Blade is at the eighth level of the Golden Immortal Realm. He once forcefully slew a ninth-level Golden Immortal cultivator while at the eighth level himself. I wonder whether this person can really do it."
"Who knows? We'll see whether he can create a miracle. The Hundred Heroes Ranking hasn't changed in ten thousand years. No one