This Sword Dao Rule of his disciple's did have a few merits worth adopting, though not many.
But Ye Lin was only at the Spirit Transformation realm. For a Spirit Transformation cultivator's Sword Dao Rule to be of even slight use to a Dao Integration True Lord like himself—such a thing was rare indeed.
He was exceedingly satisfied with this disciple of his. His temperament, strength, talent—there was nothing to criticize in any regard.
The only fly in the ointment was that Ye Lin was too aloof. The other sequences were all scrambling to win over Nameless Mountain disciples and expand their own power.
But what about Ye Lin? He neither fought nor vied with others, focusing wholeheartedly on improving himself. There was nothing wrong with that; in this world, strength reigned supreme, and there was nothing wrong with becoming stronger—the stronger, the better.
But sometimes, before one had become powerful enough to sweep aside everything in one's path, influence was still extremely useful.
"At the peak of Spirit Transformation. The next step will be Dao Integration. You'll be catching up to me soon."
Taichu sighed, his gaze growing ever deeper. He had been trapped at the Dao Integration stage for a million years, unable to touch that threshold no matter what he did.
Although his elder brother expounded the Dao to him once every century, he simply could not grasp it. How could breaking through to the Tribulation Transcendence stage be so easy?
"Alas."
Taichu let out a long, heavy sigh, and then his figure gradually vanished. The battle for the position of Sect Master was fast approaching. He had originally intended to expound the Dao to Ye Lin once, giving him another measure of assurance.
But now, it seemed there was no need.
Ye Lin's rate of growth