At that moment, Ye Lin abruptly gave up repairing the rift and shot toward the top of the stone steps like an arrow loosed from the bow.
His condition was far from good. His Primordial Spirit was exhausted, and the holy power within him had been frantically drained.
Yet his eyes brimmed with fighting intent and grim resolve.
The hundred-zhang stone steps were crossed by Ye Lin in the blink of an eye.
Scattered law traps and turbulent currents of time still lay along the way, but they could no longer halt Ye Lin's resolute strides.
In an instant.
Ye Lin crossed the hundred-zhang stone steps.
He had arrived at the summit.
Before him lay a flat, circular platform, no more than ten zhang across.
At the center of the platform floated a fist-sized, seven-colored crystal.
If Ye Lin's guess was correct, this seven-colored crystal was the Cosmic Light Source Crystal.
If it could merge with the Hourglass of Time in his hand, it would surely restore the Hourglass of Time completely. A whole innate spirit treasure would then be born in his hands.
Looking closely.
Within the crystal, there seemed to be a small river of time that flowed eternally, emanating an indescribably ancient and sacred aura.
Ye Lin could feel that this aura was resonating intensely with the Hourglass of Time in his hand, as though they were drawing one another in.
However, a figure stood between Ye Lin and the Cosmic Light Source Crystal.
Before him was a blurred humanoid silhouette of light.
Its features could not be seen clearly. He could only vaguely make out the outline of a man standing with his hands clasped behind his back.
No aura radiated from him, yet he gave off the feeling that he had merged with the entire