Returning to Meteor Island, Ye Lin went straight into his residence and began cultivating.
He ignored everything else and simply entered seclusion, accumulating the final reserves of strength for himself.
Time trickled by, and in the blink of an eye, a hundred years had passed.
A hundred years later, Yun Qiyue returned. She entered her own residence and never came out again.
In the blink of an eye, another hundred years passed.
Two hundred years were but the blink of an eye to Ye Lin.
Three hundred years quietly slipped away.
In three hundred years, mortal dynasties had likely changed hands several times over.
Yet to Ye Lin, it was no more than the time it took to enter seclusion and take a nap.
"Phew..."
"By my reckoning, it should be time."
Ye Lin slowly opened his eyes.
Three hundred years of seclusion had passed quickly—far too quickly.
To him, those three hundred years had truly lasted no longer than the blink of an eye.
The three hundred years were up. Next, it was time to enter the Cloud Heaven Secret Realm.
Ye Lin straightened his robes, then slowly rose and headed outside.
Beyond the door, streaks of light flashed through the void.
Ye Lin walked straight toward the main hall.
The central hall of Meteor Island.
The hall was crowded.
With a single sweep of his gaze, Ye Lin saw that they were all his master's disciples—thus, they could be considered his junior brothers.
Among the countless disciples of the Heavenly Blade Sage, only three could be addressed by him as senior brothers or senior sisters.
As for the Heavenly Blade Sage himself, there was no sign of him. Instead, an unfamiliar young man stood beside that seat with a smile on his face.
"Greetings, Senior Brother Ye Lin."