Immediately afterward, the other stream surged straight upward, toward the place where the Primordial Spirit resided.
The torrent of Sword Qi flowed against the current, bearing down directly on the sea of consciousness.
Ye Lin operated the Great Void Return-to-Emptiness Sword Canon, mobilizing the power within his body and preparing to suppress it.
After all, the Primordial Spirit was no laughing matter.
The Primordial Spirit was the foundation of a cultivator. Even the slightest damage to it would mean grievous injury—a trial of life and death—for an ordinary cultivator.
But in the next moment, something strange happened.
When that torrent, powerful enough to tear apart the Primordial Spirit of an ordinary Daluo Golden Immortal, charged into the sea of consciousness, it seemed to strike an invisible yet resilient barrier.
This barrier was the barrier of his own sea of consciousness, meant to protect the Primordial Spirit.
Logically speaking, since this torrent of Sword Qi had been absorbed and refined by him of its own accord, the barrier should not have been able to stop it.
Yet in the next moment, the violent torrent of Sword Qi changed. It became gentle.
It slowly entered the sea of consciousness.
The silver sea of consciousness, once still as a mirror, now churned with towering waves.
Every drop of seawater was part of Ye Lin's Primordial Spirit Sea.
The Sword Dao laws pouring in transformed into a sky full of hazy gray rain.
The raindrops fell into the sea without merging with it. Instead, like ink dripping into water, they swiftly spread, dyeing the entire sea of consciousness from silver into a chaotic gray.
Throughout this process, all of Ye Lin's past insights into the Sword Dao—from the first time he held a sword, to his later sword practice, to every life-and-death battle—were washed