"This fellow, it seemed, had finally found enlightenment."
The Sword Venerable gave a soft laugh as he looked at Ye Lin, who was blanketed beneath the wind and snow that filled the sky.
A full hundred years had now passed. During the first ten years, Ye Lin had made countless attempts.
In the end, after realizing that brute force alone would not work, Ye Lin began sitting cross-legged in place without moving.
And now, a hundred years had passed, and Ye Lin had sat there for a full ninety years.
From beyond the light screen, Ye Lin's body had already been completely buried beneath the wind and snow; not even a trace of him could be seen.
Yet in the Sword Venerable's eyes, a Heaven-Shaking Sword Qi was brewing there, gathering strength.
One day in the future, that sword would fully leave its sheath and sever all things in the world.
And he was looking forward to it as well.
He looked forward to seeing what kind of surprise Ye Lin would bring him.
Time trickled away bit by bit, while Ye Lin within the light screen remained utterly motionless.
As though he had fallen into an eternal sleep with the world.
One hundred years, two hundred years, three hundred years...
Time would not stop and wait for you.
It continued to flow without pause.
It was like the flick of a finger, yet also like forever and ever.
A thousand years passed.
A thousand years later, the motionless Ye Lin suddenly opened his eyes.
A sharp gleam flashed through them.
At the same time, deafening sword cries rang out throughout heaven and earth.
The cries of swords came from all directions, intertwining with one another, while the wind and snow filling the sky were continuously shattered at that moment.