Ye Lin nodded lightly, deliberately reining in the Sword Qi around him.
Qing Luo's clansmen were simply far too weak. He was afraid that if he was not careful, the Sword Qi leaking from him inadvertently might kill them.
Ye Lin put aside the map from before and slowly unfolded it.
"Sword Cry Valley. Then next comes the ancient cultivator's cave dwelling."
"So, are we going to this ancient cultivator's cave dwelling or not?"
Looking at the ancient cultivator's cave dwelling marked on the map, Ye Lin felt rather conflicted.
After all, he had only just obtained a heaven-defying opportunity.
If this ancient cultivator's cave dwelling had appeared earlier, he definitely would have gone to take a look.
But now, Ye Lin was beginning to wonder whether it was worth wasting time on this so-called ancient cultivator's cave dwelling.
The current Ye Lin had actually begun weighing gains and losses when it came to opportunities.
Mainly because the inheritance from before had been so overwhelmingly potent that it had raised his standards.
Ordinary opportunities should stay far away.
He could not even be bothered to look at them.
"The road we need to take next seems to pass right by it."
"Let's go. If it really is on the way, we can take a look."
Sword Demon placed a finger on the map and pointed.
"That works."
Ye Lin nodded lightly, then put away the map, and the group began their journey.
As they traveled, the four of them observed the murals lining both sides of the ancient road.
The murals depicting the rituals, battles, and migrations of the ancient people had rough, bold lines, yet contained a flavor of the Great Dao in its utmost simplicity.
One painting in particular showed ten thousand swords paying homage to their master: