"Hasn't this kid noticed yet?"
Outside, Sword Venerable sat cross-legged on the ground, staring at the light screen before him in puzzlement.
Within the screen was the scene of Ye Lin shattering meteors.
He found it strange. With Ye Lin's level of comprehension, he should have discovered the pattern by now.
If Ye Lin truly did as he had instructed, forget a thousand years—he would not even last ten.
"Forget it. Let's watch a little longer."
Sword Venerable remained seated where he was and continued watching.
By now, Ye Lin had long since reached his limit.
Watching the meteor fall from the sky, he could not help wanting to move his feet.
Yet in the end, he forcibly suppressed the urge to dodge, still raising his heavy arm and slashing out with his sword.
A dazzling flash of sword light cleaved the meteor into dust.
"No. If this continues, I'll die here."
Ye Lin shook his groggy head and muttered.
His Primordial Spirit had already reached its limit. If this went on, he would not be able to hold on at all.
Could this truly be a dead end?
How long had it been? Yet he was already unable to endure.
One had to know that Sword Venerable had set the time limit at a thousand years.
A thousand years—ordinarily, it would pass in the blink of an eye.
But now, every minute and every second was agony to Ye Lin.
With his Primordial Spirit on the verge of collapse, he felt as though he would fall into a deep sleep the instant he closed his eyes.
It was the first time he had ever experienced such a feeling.
Never before had he wanted to sleep so badly.
All he wanted now was to close his eyes and have a