The moment Ye Lin and the others entered the range of the fog barrier, the scenery around them began to blur.
This was no ordinary fog. It contained chaotic laws that could easily make people lose their bearings and their most basic sense of direction.
Ye Lin might have been affected, but the four people around him were not affected in the slightest.
Following them, the group passed through the mist all the way.
After walking for roughly two hours, they heard the sound of flowing water ahead.
Passing through the last patch of dense fog, a spectacular canyon appeared before them.
The canyon was about a thousand zhang wide and bottomless in depth. The cliff faces on both sides were as smooth as mirrors, as though they had been cleaved apart by a single stroke of a sword.
Most astonishing of all, the cliff walls were covered in crisscrossing sword marks.
There were tens of thousands of these marks, varying in depth, old and new layered over one another, yet every single one retained a fierce Sword Intent.
And now, those sword marks were letting out a faint hum.
Ye Lin and the others slowly approached the cliff wall.
Looking at the sword marks before him and sensing the laws of the Sword Dao within them, Ye Lin reached out and gently touched one.
The instant his fingertips made contact, his mind boomed, and an image appeared.
Amid sword light that filled the heavens, a swordsman in azure robes stood with his back to all living beings. With a casual sweep of the Long Sword in his hand, he cleaved a mountain-sized beast in two. Blood dyed the sky red.
Though the image lasted only an instant, the trajectory of that strike was seared deep into Ye Lin's heart.