The nine questions ended, and the phantom of the sword tower before him fell into a long silence.
Ye Lin sat cross-legged on the ground, waiting quietly for the sword tower's response.
Who knew how much time passed before the sword tower phantom suddenly burst forth with radiant light.
A silver-white glow swallowed Ye Lin's vision.
Silver-white sword light shot into the sky, circled three times, then turned into a streak of light and plunged straight into Ye Lin's glabella.
Vast amounts of information about the Sword Dao flooded into Ye Lin's sea of consciousness.
Countless cultivation insights from great powers, comprehensions of the Sword Dao, and practical combat experience poured into it without end.
Ye Lin sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and swiftly absorbed this information.
He absorbed, comprehended, and fused it with all his strength.
When all the information had been transmitted, that silver-white sword light left behind an eternal speck of silver-white sword radiance in Ye Lin's sea of consciousness, where it floated in stillness.
This speck of sword radiance was the blessing of the Origin.
It could increase Ye Lin's speed of comprehending the Sword Dao, and at critical moments, it could even draw upon the great power of the Sword Dao and bestow it upon him.
Of the nine questions, Ye Lin had passed them all. From this day onward, he had gained the highest level of recognition and blessing.
Ye Lin had now passed the second trial perfectly.
After waiting for a long time, Ye Lin slowly opened his eyes.
A flash of silver-white sword radiance flickered through them and vanished. His aura had become even more condensed, like a peerless treasured sword on the verge of fully leaving its sheath.
He looked toward the front of the platform. There, a