At that moment, Taichu, standing outside, tightened his expression. Spiritual energy surged through his body as he prepared to act at any moment.
He saw every scene within the thatched hut, and he was equally puzzled. Wasn't Ye Lin usually quite eloquent? Why had he suddenly become so tongue-tied now?
Still, words were words—he would not just stand by and watch his own disciple get blasted to death by his own brother.
"Martial Uncle, why don't you tell me about it? Perhaps I might have a solution."
"Ever since I stepped onto the path of cultivation, I have created quite a few miracles. At eighteen, I was a Chore Disciple in a sect so small it could not have been any smaller."
"But in just two years, I became the Sect Master of that little sect. In the end, I came to Nameless Mountain."
"From the Golden Core realm to the peak of Spirit Transformation, becoming the Sect Master of Nameless Mountain took me only a little over thirty years."
"Martial Uncle, I achieved so much in just over thirty years. That means my future self will surely be extraordinary. Perhaps I cannot help you now, but if you tell me, then my future self will certainly be able to help you."
"Do not forget: once cultivators grow powerful enough, there is nothing in this world they cannot do. Perhaps my future self can help you bring her back to life."
After Ye Lin finished speaking, Taiheng's expression eased somewhat. Hearing of Ye Lin's journey, he was also a little astonished. He knew his younger brother's disciple was a monstrous talent, but he had not expected him to be this monstrous.
Not only had his cultivation risen at an astonishing pace, but he had also been invincible in every realm.