Upon stepping into the spatial rift, he arrived at Nameless Mountain.
The first thing Ye Lin did after arriving at Nameless Mountain was return to his residence and announce that he was entering seclusion.
When this reached certain people's ears, it took on a different meaning. They believed that this Sect Master must have become afraid.
Every previous Sect Master of Nameless Mountain, upon discovering its state of decay, had wanted to carry out sweeping reforms with great fanfare. But in the end? Hadn't they all merely muddled through their days obediently?
They would muddle along for a full hundred years, then wait for the next Sect Master to take office.
Although Ye Lin had seemed quite intimidating at first after becoming Sect Master, looking at things now, he was nothing special after all.
So what if you, Ye Lin, had two Heavenly Lords backing you? We haven't made any mistakes. Those Heavenly Lords couldn't possibly slaughter us all without discerning right from wrong, could they?
After learning that Ye Lin had entered seclusion, certain people grew even more arrogant. They even reached their hands into the Shadow Clan's former territory.
Seeing that no one had claimed these new lands yet, they all wanted a share of the spoils.
They had not participated in conquering the realm, but when it came to dividing it, they were more eager than anyone.
"So that's how it is."
Ye Lin put down the book in his hand. At this moment, he had already learned all the ancient script.
"Let me see just how powerful this Nine Revolutions Profound Art truly is."
Ye Lin immersed his consciousness and began comprehending the words he had memorized earlier.
As Ye Lin comprehended them, terrifying auras began to emerge around him one after another.
The Nine Revolutions