"Patriarch."
"Fellow Daoists."
Only after arriving in the void did Ye Lin see the smiling Patriarch and the Grand Elders of the Myriad Heavens Divine Sect watching him.
"Well done."
"This may help with your injuries."
With a smile, the Patriarch nodded slightly at Ye Lin. With a wave of his hand, a white medicinal pill slowly drifted before Ye Lin.
Within the pill, Ye Lin sensed an abundant force of vitality.
Ye Lin did not stand on ceremony with him and directly stored it in his Spatial Ring.
"Thank you, Patriarch."
"Mm. Go back and properly recover from your injuries. This is only the beginning. We will face many dangers in the future, and there will be many matters that require you."
Hearing this, Ye Lin said nothing and merely nodded lightly.
Hadn't they said he would only need to lie around and collect resources?
Yet now, he was gradually turning into a laborer instead.
Still, Ye Lin did not mind that at all.
After all, he could gain Luck Points by killing these Daluo Golden Immortals.
By slaughtering those three this time, he had gained over a hundred billion Luck Points.
And while he was at it, he could finally enter seclusion properly.
"Alright, everyone, return."
"According to my guess, after Elder Ye Lin's battle, those Chaos Ancient Clans may restrain themselves somewhat—but they certainly will not restrain themselves much."
The Patriarch stroked his chin and fell into thought. A moment later, his figure gradually faded into nothingness.
Ye Lin, meanwhile, took a step forward and vanished from the spot in an instant.
With one step, Ye Lin arrived in the great hall in the blink of an eye.
Inside the hall, figure after figure had long been waiting there.
"Go back. It's safe now."
"However, you must