The last matter truly gave Ye Lin a fright—Nameless Mountain actually had a True Lord fall. This was an earth-shaking event from beginning to end.
A True Lord was the pillar supporting an entire faction. The fall of a True Lord was enough to shake the whole faction to its core. No wonder everyone in Nameless Mountain was dressed in white.
"These are all the events that have occurred so far. The competition for the position of Sect Master will begin in fifteen days. The mourning period lasts fifteen days; once it ends, the competition for Sect Master will begin."
After Ren Feiyang finished speaking, Ye Lin nodded, tapping the table with his right hand as he sank into thought.
"Alright, you may leave for now. Inform me if anything happens."
"Alright."
Watching Ren Feiyang depart, Ye Lin rose and headed toward the secret chamber. All he needed to do now was wait quietly for the time to arrive.
He believed that with his current cultivation, he had no competitors at all. Within the Spirit Transformation realm, he was now truly invincible.
He feared no one. As for those few sequence disciples of Nameless Mountain, he did not even regard them as worthy opponents—unless they came at him one after another in a wheel battle.
In the blink of an eye, ten days slipped by. On this day, Ye Lin, who was lost in meditation, suddenly opened his eyes. There was no other reason: his clone had already reached the entrance to the Black Sea.
The next moment, Ye Lin sank his consciousness inward, and the view before him abruptly shifted. When he opened his eyes again, a small island lay before him, surrounded on all sides by a boundless sea.
The boundless sea was filled with immense danger. With