Although Ye Lin had seen many spectacular places, this place, honestly, was truly magnificent—far beyond every structure he had ever seen.
"Senior, next I'll take you to the main peak, Qingcang Peak, to meet the Ancestor."
"If you have any further requests then, you may discuss them with the Ancestor."
"You needn't worry about any danger, Senior. We, the Myriad Heavens Divine Sect, can hardly wait to win over a Law Daluo such as yourself. We certainly bear you not the slightest ill intent."
The young man explained with a smile.
Ye Lin merely nodded lightly.
Whether those words were true or false, Ye Lin believed only half of them.
Following the young man, Ye Lin traveled through the clouds and mist.
Even now, Luo Yao had yet to wake. Drool hung from the corner of her mouth, and she looked to be sleeping especially sweetly.
In just a few steps, Ye Lin arrived atop Qingcang Peak. Before him stood a vast and majestic palace.
Standing before the palace, he was met by an imposing, majestic aura.
It brimmed with supreme authority.
"Ancestor, this senior was recruited by this disciple from Tianyong City. I have come specifically to report this to you, Ancestor."
The young man clasped his fists and bowed, looking respectfully toward the distant palace.
"Mm. Well done. You may leave."
An aged voice slowly drifted out from within the palace.
The voice was old, yet it contained boundless majesty, making it impossible for anyone to harbor even the slightest thought of resistance.
Even a single sentence brought Ye Lin immense pressure.
As expected of a Quasi-Saint.
Ye Lin sighed inwardly.
"Senior, good luck. If you succeed, I'll become your disciple."
The young man secretly pumped his fist at Ye Lin before quietly withdrawing.
"Since you have come,