After finishing his notes, Ye Lin stored the prayer mat on the ground inside his Spatial Ring. With a wave of his hand, the writings on the surrounding walls vanished one after another, all destroyed by Ye Lin.
It was enough for him alone to know about this thing. No one else needed to.
After finishing everything, Ye Lin entered the sixth secret chamber—the chamber that attracted him the most.
"I was right after all. Some precious opportunities won't appear on the panel. My opportunities will be mine sooner or later, so why should I care how long it takes?"
Ye Lin thought to himself. His opportunities, whether now or in the future, would belong to him sooner or later. They would not appear on the panel.
And there it was—hadn't his opportunity come to him already?
Inside the secret chamber stood a wooden rack, upon which rested a blood-red long sword. Strands of crimson light coiled around the sword's body.
The instant Ye Lin laid eyes on it, he nearly lost his mind. Before him lay utter devastation—mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The next moment, Ye Lin's mind cleared, and he looked at the blood-colored long sword before him with lingering fear.
This sword could make him lose control of his mind in an instant. Just how powerful was it? And this was merely a sword.
Judging from that alone, this sword had once slain, at the very least, a Dao Integration True Lord.
"This sword must be at least Heaven Grade."
Ye Lin was still shaken. This sword had to be at least Heaven Grade. An Earth Grade spiritual artifact, no matter how formidable its former master had been, could never disturb his mind in an instant.
After placing several more shackles upon his divine soul,