What Ye Lin had fused and evolved belonged to him alone.
If it were complete, that would be fine. But if it was incomplete, learning it would be useless and would only leave him more confused.
So he stopped looking.
Sword Demon, on the other hand, watched with great interest.
He watched the sword puppets, then Ye Lin.
He absorbed the essence of both, piece by piece.
In terms of Wuxing and understanding of the sword path, Ye Lin truly fell far short of Sword Demon.
"If our guess is right, you should go in with him later. Iron Hammer and I won't be going."
Blade Fanatic said softly as he looked at Sword Demon.
As he spoke, he glanced at Iron Hammer, who was resting against the wall in the distance.
"Alright."
Sword Demon glanced at the two of them and nodded lightly.
If their guess was correct, the two of them really were not suited to go.
With eighteen sword puppets joining forces, even the three of them were not confident they could emerge unscathed.
But as for the trial, he was absolutely confident that he could pass it.
Those two, however, could not.
If they went in and failed to comprehend it, only to be trapped by the sword puppets, that would be quite a spectacle.
Besides, he alone was enough to keep Ye Lin safe.
No one knew how much time passed. When Ye Lin had finished comprehending the swift sword of the eighteenth sword puppet, a realization suddenly stirred within him.
These eighteen sets of sword techniques appeared different, yet in truth they shared the same origin.
It was as though these eighteen sets of sword techniques had branched off from a single sword art.
The sword was an extension of the arm; intent was