Time continued to pass, while Ye Lin sat cross-legged on the ground without moving. His brows would knit tightly one moment, then relax the next.
In the blink of an eye, ten days slipped quietly by.
Ten days later, Ye Lin slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze was utterly calm, devoid of any sharpness, holding only clarity.
The next moment, a wisp of Sword Qi appeared before Ye Lin. It looked gentle, yet it effortlessly sliced through the stone chamber floor.
There was no sound, no tremor throughout the entire process. It was like cutting tofu—utterly easy and effortless.
"Whew."
"There's nothing particularly special about it."
After sensing the tranquil, wave-less power within his body, Ye Lin beckoned with his hand.
The Sword Dao Origin Fragment appeared in his palm.
This was the key to his stepping into the Quasi-Saint realm.
"This time, I'll enter the Quasi-Saint realm here."
Ye Lin gripped the fragment, a trace of determination flashing through his eyes.
The fragment was heavy in his hand, as weighty as a mountain.
Ye Lin circulated the Great Void Return-to-Emptiness Sword Canon, guiding the Sword Dao laws within the fragment out and merging them into himself.
This was not a simple matter of comprehending and absorbing them, but fusion.
The Sword Dao laws within the fragment were like the purest ink, while Ye Lin's own Sword Dao was like a blank sheet of paper.
The ink seeped into the white paper—not covering it, but blending with it. In the end, the two formed an entirely new painting.
They complemented one another.
At that moment, Ye Lin's cultivation began to surge wildly.
His Daluo Golden Immortal peak cultivation was breached in an instant.
Sword Dao laws coursed through his body, washing over his limbs and bones, tempering his soul, and