As the voice fell silent, the figure, together with the entire Void, shattered with a thunderous crash.
Ye Lin only felt darkness descend before his eyes as his consciousness was swept once more into the endless Abyss.
"Whew—"
Ye Lin abruptly opened his eyes, gasping for breath.
He was still standing before the white jade platform, one hand pressed against the black jade slip.
The sensation beneath his fingertips was warm and smooth as jade, making what he had just experienced seem like a lifetime ago.
He calculated it inwardly. Only three days had passed.
Three days truly had been no more than an instant.
But he knew that those three days had been real.
That Void, that figure, that Heaven-Opening finger, those countless scenes, the heavenly sound of the Great Dao, that final glance, that single word—go... all of it had been real.
Ye Lin slowly withdrew his hand. His entire body swayed, and he nearly failed to remain standing.
His face was pale as paper, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.
Over those three days, his mind had endured an unimaginable shock.
That shock had left him a hundred times more exhausted than a great battle.
Yet his eyes shone with astonishing brightness.
Countless gleams flickered within them. They were insights, harvests, a new heaven and earth he had only just glimpsed.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, allowing those insights to settle within his heart.
In three days, he had seen far too much.
That ancient great power's insights into proving the Dao had only been fragments, only a projection, but for him, they were already enough.
He had seen the path to sainthood.
That path was no longer vague and indistinct. A faint trajectory had appeared.
From the first level of Quasi-Saint to