Spring gave way to summer, autumn to winter.
Time trickled by bit by bit, and wondrous changes were taking place throughout the Star River Cosmos.
One hundred years, two hundred years, three hundred years...
In the blink of an eye, ten thousand years quietly slipped away.
Ten thousand years truly meant nothing to these cultivators.
Immortal Dao cultivators might not have much else, but they had long lives.
As long as they did not wish to die, they could keep on living.
Lifespan was their greatest reliance.
Yet, in truth, almost none of these cultivators met a good end.
Those who lived out their years and died of old age were talents among talents.
Ten thousand years later, in the small courtyard, Sword Venerable waved his hand, and the Sword Stele standing before Ye Lin vanished into thin air.
He had said ten thousand years, and ten thousand years it was.
This thing was a treasure among treasures. Who knew how many geniuses in the outside world wished to behold it? Even those Primordial Unity Golden Immortals wanted to study this stone stele.
And now, allowing Ye Lin to study it for ten thousand years was already exceedingly generous of him.
"Golden Immortal Level Nine, achieved."
Ye Lin slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. An immensely powerful aura suddenly erupted from his body, while the roar of the Sword Dao rang out continuously around him.
The next moment, the Sword Qi scattered and vanished, and Ye Lin slowly opened his eyes.
"Not bad. Your comprehension is decent."
Sword Venerable, standing behind Ye Lin, nodded faintly in satisfaction at the sight.
To comprehend to such a degree in ten thousand years was already quite good.
If Ye Lin had previously been a sharp blade yet to leave its sheath, then