Now that Ye Lin knew what he was dealing with, he no longer hesitated.
He stepped inside.
The moment he entered, a mirror image appeared.
No sooner had it appeared than it raised its hand and thrust a sword at Ye Lin without the slightest warning, as if launching an ambush.
Ye Lin thought nothing of the strike. He simply raised his sword.
His sword did not strike at the mirror image, but at the time before it.
The sword passed through.
The flow of time around the mirror image suddenly fell into chaos, speeding up, slowing down, running backward, then stopping.
Those states shifted without order. The mirror image's movements twisted out of shape, and it collapsed and vanished on its own.
Ye Lin walked forward step by step. Each time he swung his sword, a mirror image collapsed.
One strike, one mirror image.
They could not withstand his sword at all.
That made the journey effortless for Ye Lin. He paid the mirror images no mind.
Sword Demon and the other two behind him had an easy time as well.
Each mirror image was dealt with as soon as it appeared.
These mirror images had only seventy to eighty percent of their originals' strength.
Seventy to eighty percent did sound like a lot.
But combat prowess could not be judged by that alone.
A cultivator's strength depended on countless details beyond raw power.
Overall combat prowess was the culmination of all those details.
Although the mirror images possessed seventy to eighty percent of their originals' strength, they still could not survive a single move against them.
That was the reality.
"We're here."
Ye Lin stepped out of the time mirror trial.
He saw the reward for this stage.
It was a rune.
A glittering rune with silver light