The Sword Dao Master, Ye Xiu.
Based on the information he had learned from Ye Xiu, among the Three Thousand Great Daos, every single Dao had a Dao Master.
They themselves represented the Dao—the true endpoint of cultivation.
But the inheritor of the Sword Dao Master was him?
And this ruin had truly come from beyond the Boundary Sea?
Since when had he become the Sword Dao Master?
Just because he had seen Ye Xiu's memories?
Ye Lin was starting to feel a little panicked.
He had seen Ye Xiu's memories—would Ye Xiu not possess him someday?
Though, strictly speaking, it was only a fragment of memory, an existence at that level and methods at that level were utterly beyond anything Ye Lin could imagine.
But after thinking it over carefully, Ye Lin still felt it was impossible.
An existence of that level had long since become undying and indestructible.
At the end of cultivation, they themselves became the Dao.
Would such an existence still use trashy methods like possession, something even Earth Immortals disdained?
Absolutely impossible.
"Fellow Daoist Ye Lin?"
Seeing Ye Lin standing motionlessly where he was, Long Aotian asked tentatively.
"Hmm?"
Snapping back to his senses, Ye Lin raised his head to look at Long Aotian, his eyes full of confusion.
"It's nothing. I just saw you spacing out earlier and thought something had happened."
Seeing that Ye Lin was fine, Long Aotian smiled lightly.
The surrounding walls were covered in murals.
The contents depicted in those murals were precisely the two things he had just received.
One was the Taichu Sword Art, and the other was Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.
However, the murals lacked spirit, while what he had received possessed spirit.
In other words, everyone present could learn them, but no matter how