Ye Lin not only halted where he was, he even withdrew all the Sword Qi he had released.
He simply stood quietly in midair, his back to the three world-destroying attacks and his face toward the stone steps a hundred zhang away.
The next moment, Ye Lin slowly turned around.
For the first time, the Chaos Nebulae in his eyes began to revolve at full force.
"Returning Ruins Draw."
Ye Lin held his hands in an empty embrace before his chest. Gradually, a miniature, spinning chaos vortex emerged in his palms.
At first, the vortex was only the size of a fist, gray and utterly inconspicuous.
But when the golden radiance, fireball, and lightning pillar struck within thirty feet of him—
The vortex suddenly expanded.
It did not expand outward, but swallowed inward.
Centered on Ye Lin, the space within a radius of ten zhang seemed to be viciously crumpled and crushed by an invisible giant hand, then dragged down toward some unknowable Abyss.
The golden radiance slashed into the chaos like a clay ox entering the sea. Its sharp edge was diluted and dissolved by endless nothingness.
The fireball crashed into the chaos. Flames capable of burning the world lost the foundation upon which they burned and silently went out in the Void.
The lightning pillar struck into the chaos. The annihilating thunder found nothing left to destroy and scattered away on its own within the emptiness.
Three attacks sufficient to heavily injure or even kill a third-layer Quasi-Saint were silently swallowed by that tiny chaos vortex.
On closer inspection, it had not swallowed them.
It had exiled them.
Returning Ruins Draw led into boundless chaos, an absolute nothingness where even laws could not exist.
Any attack, energy, or even cultivator swept into it would have every trace of