Touching the Stone Stele, Ye Lin finally broke his silence.
Because he felt that he had to do something. He could not just keep staring at it in silence forever.
"A response from the sacred land?"
The corners of Ye Lin's lips rose slightly.
He had thought of something.
A classroom in the mortal world.
What did a gifted student need to do to earn a teacher's recognition?
The answer was simple.
They had to freely display their talent, intelligence, and gifts before the teacher.
Hopefully, it was as he thought.
Touching the Stone Stele, Ye Lin slowly closed his eyes.
At that moment, his consciousness sank into his body.
The Chaos Sword Body began to operate naturally, while the Sword Heart seed within his sea of consciousness radiated a gentle yet resolute glow.
He did not rush to unleash his Sword Dao against the Stone Stele. Instead, he first brushed his divine sense lightly across its surface, sensing the wandering patterns of sword scars.
The reasoning was simple.
How could one display mature talent before a teacher?
If an elementary school student immediately wrote down advanced university calculus in front of a teacher—
The teacher's first reaction would absolutely not be to think that the student was exceptionally gifted. Instead, they would think the student had an excellent memory and had memorized the questions beforehand just to put on a performance.
So what should one do?
Naturally, one should begin with the most basic arithmetic, gradually increasing the difficulty bit by bit, revealing more bit by bit.
Letting the teacher slowly come to accept it.
That was what Ye Lin did as well.
Unlike a teacher, however, the Stone Stele before him would not question him or ask him anything.
Therefore, Ye Lin intended to display everything as thoroughly,