As Sword Venerable expounded the Dao, the small courtyard filled with an incomparably rich Sword Dao. At that moment, it was as though the Sword Dao lay right before Ye Lin's eyes, waiting for him to pluck it.
Without realizing it, Ye Lin gradually became immersed in Sword Venerable's Dao resonance.
Cultivators were much like students, while seniors were much like teachers.
Someone like Ye Lin was the best among the best students—and one with an exceptionally sharp mind. Previously, even without relying on a teacher, he had managed to reach his current level through his own study and research.
Now, he had encountered a teacher—a teacher standing at the peak of the Star River Cosmos. This teacher personally expounded the Dao to him, and Ye Lin's understanding of the Sword Dao began to soar at an astonishing pace.
As for those cultivators unwilling to learn, never mind a teacher—even if the Great Dao were stuffed directly into their heads, it would be useless.
The Dao exposition lasted eight thousand years. That was a very long time.
To mortals, eight thousand years was an astronomical figure.
A mortal's life was no more than a hundred years, so eight thousand years amounted to eighty lifetimes.
Eighty lifetimes—after eighty lifetimes had passed, all things would have changed beyond recognition.
Yet to a world, eight thousand years was merely the snap of a finger.
Compared to a world's lifespan, eight thousand years was no more than the blink of an eye.
And for the Star River Cosmos, eight thousand years could not even be considered time at all.
Compared with the length of time the Star River Cosmos had existed, eight thousand years was not even worth its notice.
Likewise, to Ye Lin, who was engrossed in listening to the Dao sounds, eight