With a beckon of Ye Lin's hand, Azure Frost appeared in his grasp.
Since there was no reward, he understood.
The reward was the giant spider before him.
"Hiss hiss hiss, hiss—"
The spider let out shrill hisses at Ye Lin, then countless tentacles lunged toward him.
In the next instant, dense Sword Qi scattered in every direction, mercilessly severing every tentacle.
Ye Lin's figure, meanwhile, blurred into an afterimage and vanished from where he stood.
The next moment, the spider began spinning silk, pure-white threads shooting relentlessly in all directions.
It was trying to locate Ye Lin.
The silk was fast, but Ye Lin was faster.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, Ye Lin stopped and looked at the snow-white spider silk covering the ground.
He slowly picked up a strand. It had no weight at all, impossibly thin and light.
He tugged at it with force, yet could not pull it apart in the slightest.
Ye Lin used the power of laws.
What was terrifying was that even his Sword Dao Laws could not damage the spider silk in the least.
Even the Purgatory Ice Flame could do nothing to it.
At that moment, Ye Lin understood.
The reward was not the spider, but its silk.
"Perfect. I can use this silk to make a set of clothes."
Untouched by laws, light as cicada wings, white as snow—and he could not tear it apart, nor harm it in the slightest.
It was perfectly suited for making clothing.
The clothes he wore were merely conjured through laws.
To put it bluntly, they only covered his body and had no other function whatsoever.
Next, Ye Lin circled the spider continuously, gathering the silk it spat out as he moved.
The spider was also quite accommodating, endlessly spewing silk as though its supply would never