In the blink of an eye, who knew how much time had passed.
Perhaps a year, perhaps ten years, or perhaps only an instant.
When Ye Lin, within his mind, deduced a brand-new sword principle by combining the all-embracing creation of Chaos Sword Dao with the ultimate sharpness of pure Sword Dao—creating something from nothing, transforming one into ten thousand, yet ensuring that no matter how it changed, it never strayed from its origin—
The Sword Stele before him suddenly gave a faint tremble.
Buzz...
A low yet distinct sword cry sounded from within the Stone Stele.
The sound was not loud, yet it instantly spread across the entire Sword Dao platform.
Upon the surface of the Sword Stele before him, those wandering sword-mark patterns suddenly accelerated.
They collided, combined, multiplied, and evolved madly, producing sword-move trajectories and Dao rhythms a hundred times more intricate and mysterious than before.
At the same time, the Sword Stele itself began to emit a gentle yet utterly pure silvery-white radiance. The light grew ever brighter, enveloping Ye Lin completely.
Within the silvery-white light, Ye Lin sensed a vast, ancient, incomparably pure intent of Sword Dao origin surging from the depths of the Stone Stele and gently touching his own Sword Dao.
It was not a test, but recognition and an invitation.
At that moment, joy rose in Ye Lin's heart.
He was right.
His judgment had been absolutely correct, and so had his approach.
He had succeeded.
The light continued to shine.
A hundred breaths later, the radiance withdrew.
Looking up, he saw that a silvery-white rainbow bridge had formed at the peak of the Stone Stele.
The rainbow bridge was nine feet wide, seemingly solid, woven from countless fine strands of silvery-white Sword Qi. Pure liquid sword rhythm flowed across its surface.