After all this had ended, the nine Origin Crystals finally played their ultimate role. They did not provide energy; instead, they served as catalysts and keys. Once the gates of transmission had been fully opened, the tiny fragments of the most primordial Great Dao contained within them merged with Ye Lin's newly born, pure Sword Dao.
These things reinforced the foundations of his Sword Dao and nourished his sword soul and sword spirit, making the foundation of his Sword Dao even more solid.
Moreover, Ye Lin now had a vague yet grand sense of the path ahead.
A long while later, the phenomena surrounding Ye Lin slowly subsided.
That oppressive, razor-sharp aura gradually withdrew into his body.
Ye Lin slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze was clear and tranquil, devoid of any sharp sword light. Yet if one looked closely, one would find that in the depths of those eyes lay an absolute calmness and resolve, as though capable of severing all delusions and piercing through every veil of confusion.
Sitting there, he was like a peerless divine sword returned to its sheath, its edge hidden within, yet its sharpness secretly contained.
Once unsheathed, it would surely be earth-shattering.
Ye Lin looked around, then slowly rose to his feet.
His movements carried an indescribable sense of harmony and strength, as though every smallest gesture accorded with some supreme principle of severing and piercing through.
His fingertips casually swept through the air, leaving behind a smooth, pitch-black line that lingered briefly.
It was the trace of space having been temporarily sliced apart by the purest Sword Dao.
At this moment, Ye Lin seemed to have been utterly reborn.
He felt immensely powerful—extremely powerful.
As for exactly how powerful, Ye Lin did not know.
Seeing Ye Lin awaken, Sword Demon and the