Though this imparting of the Dao was exceedingly perilous, its benefits were obvious for all to see.
Once the imparting of the Dao succeeded, the gains would be beyond imagination.
At this moment, he felt a faint trace of concern in his heart.
He had not expected this thing to be an imparting of the Dao.
Had he known earlier, he should have intervened.
Unfortunately, it was useless for him to act now.
He could only let Ye Lin endure it himself.
If he weathered it, a radiant future awaited him.
If he failed to weather it, he would have to start cultivating anew.
Iron Hammer merely watched without making a sound.
Yet he quietly waved his hand, pouring his incomparably vast power into the surrounding restrictions without reservation. He fortified the entire valley until it was as impregnable as a fortress, cutting off every possible disturbance.
He knew that one absolutely could not be disturbed during the process of imparting the Dao.
Once disturbed, everything would be over.
Under the impact of the Sword Dao of Void, Ye Lin's consciousness was like a lone lamp amid a storm, swaying as though it might gutter out at any moment.
He felt his memories blurring, his emotions being stripped away, and his awareness of himself collapsing.
This was more terrifying than death. This was a complete return to zero.
Utter, absolute disappearance—Void.
Just as his consciousness was about to sink into the abyss of eternal Void, a faint spark of spiritual light stubbornly flared up from the deepest depths of his soul.
It was neither any cultivation technique nor any inheritance. It was his Sword Heart.
"The sword is a weapon, but it is also the heart."
"To cultivate the sword is not to cultivate the sword itself, but the true