His realm had already reached the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal. One step further, and he would be a Quasi-Saint.
He had long since walked the Daluo Golden Immortal realm to its very peak.
In any case, Ye Lin felt that if he wanted to break through to Quasi-Saint, he could do so at any moment.
Right now, he was like a bowl filled to the brim with water.
The bowl was himself; the water was his cultivation.
He had already reached his limit.
If he continued cultivating, the water would inevitably overflow.
Therefore, he had to switch to a larger bowl—that was, break through to Quasi-Saint before continuing his cultivation.
But then another problem arose: the Eastern Region Top Hundred were all Daluo Golden Immortals. Once he stepped into Quasi-Saint, he would miss out on many benefits.
If he wanted to compete for the Eastern Region Top Hundred, he could only suppress his realm.
For the sake of the Eastern Region Top Hundred, Yun Qiyue had suppressed her realm for over ten thousand years.
He could not break through either.
If he could not cultivate, then what was he supposed to do next?
Ye Lin was lost.
He had always been a cultivation maniac—either growing stronger or on the road to becoming stronger.
Now, a sudden period of idleness had appeared.
Yet he had no idea what to do.
Cultivate?
That was impossible. If he cultivated, he would no longer be able to suppress his realm.
When water was full, it overflowed.
"Forget it. I'll keep comprehending."
Ye Lin got up, casually found a room in Origin Holy City, and began his secluded cultivation.
He continued comprehending Ye Xiu's sword strike from back then.
He sought that feeling from that sword strike.
Many buildings in Origin Holy City