With the three sects at war, it was impossible that all those mighty figures had taken every treasure from their vaults with them into battle, was it?
Before him lay the Human Sect's stronghold.
The Human Sect's stronghold had been built in the heart of a canyon.
Between two vast mountain ranges stretching as far as the eye could see stood a cluster of magnificent halls and jade pavilions, imposing and solemn.
Clouds and mist also shrouded the place.
Palace after palace loomed in and out of sight amid the mist; at first glance, it looked every bit like an immortal's sacred abode.
Just as Ye Lin approached, a barrier silently appeared before him.
"Stop. This is the Human Sect's stronghold. Fellow Daoist, please leave at once."
Inside the barrier, a young man watched Ye Lin with a guarded expression.
He gripped a long saber in his hand, laws swirling around his body.
An aura unique to the late stage of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm echoed through the surroundings.
Ye Lin merely looked at him with an indifferent face.
"Surely the vast Human Sect doesn't have only you here?"
Ye Lin did not force his way in directly, instead asking the question.
"So what if it does? So what if it doesn't?"
"This is an important place of the Human Sect. Our Human Sect has closed its gates and is receiving no visitors at present. Fellow Daoist, please leave."
The young man had clearly not fallen for Ye Lin's bait and continued staring at him warily.
Ye Lin no longer wished to waste words with him.
What he had meant by that question was to sound out whether the Human Sect truly had a Quasi-Saint mighty figure stationed here.
But judging from the situation, it probably did not.
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