"Now then, let me see—which family should I visit first?"
After exchanging a few polite words with the two of them, Ye Lin took a small booklet from his robes and slowly opened it.
The booklet recorded eight factions, and Ye Lin naturally had to choose the first one.
But after looking at it for quite a while, he still found it hard to decide.
So Ye Lin decided to invoke an ancient ritual.
The fingers of his right hand swayed up and down over the booklet.
At last, Ye Lin's finger stopped.
"White Tiger?"
The one he had chosen was precisely the White Tiger Clan.
That was right—the White Tiger, one of the Four Great Sacred Beasts.
There were White Tigers on the Origin Continent as well. After all, quite a number of powerful members of the White Tiger Clan had come to the Origin Continent.
"In that case, let's head to the White Tiger Clan."
Now that he had made his choice, Ye Lin could act immediately.
"Let's go."
Ye Lin only felt his vision blur, and the scenery around him began to shift rapidly.
Who knew how long passed? He was now standing in the void.
The distant landscape had long since become entirely different.
They crossed thirty million li from west to east.
The clouds thinned, and the sky turned a frigid silver-gray.
Below, the mountains and rivers lost their verdant hues. Bare rock jutted out like bones, while narrow rivers glimmered with a metallic sheen.
A hundred thousand white mountains entered his sight.
Among them stood countless enormous pale swords, thrust upside down into the earth, their cold points aimed at the heavens.
The mountains were steep and barren, not a blade of grass growing upon them. Only along the ridges flowed patterns like molten