After wandering in circles, without even realizing it, Ye Lin had already been here for an entire month.
During that time, he had tried every method imaginable, yet he simply could not find an exit.
It was as though there was no exit here at all.
Ye Lin found this utterly speechless.
There was no danger.
There was no hope.
All it did was leave him alone here, endlessly wandering in circles.
Was that supposed to be interesting?
As if he had grown tired of walking, Ye Lin slowly came to a stop.
Listening to the cries of battle around him and watching the fierce fighting all around, Ye Lin did not continue onward. Instead, he slowly sat down cross-legged where he stood.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Ye Lin slowly closed his eyes.
His thoughts flowed through his mind.
Gradually, gradually.
The cries of battle by his ears slowly faded, growing fainter and fainter.
Silence settled around him.
The battlefield seemed to have vanished.
Yet Ye Lin kept his eyes closed, utterly ignoring all disturbances from the outside world.
The laws of the Sword Dao circled around him.
Ye Lin sat quietly in place, his entire figure seeming to be the center of heaven and earth.
Who knew how much time passed before Ye Lin slowly opened his eyes.
At some unknown point, the battlefield around him had already disappeared.
And ahead in the white space, a passage had appeared.
At the end of that passage lay a long saber.
The saber had only a hilt.
At first glance, it seemed to have no blade.
But upon closer inspection, one could see the blade.
This blade was not an ordinary blade, but one condensed from pure time.
Time could neither be seen nor touched.
Looking at the thing, Ye