Shi Potian's words made Hua Feiyi roll her eyes.
Although she did not know what Ye Lin intended to do, she knew one thing: Shi Potian's words were complete bullshit.
No, even less reliable than a fart.
The members of the Chaos Ancient Clan also looked curiously at Ye Lin.
They too wanted to see exactly what method Ye Lin would use to open this door.
After all, they had tried countless methods back then.
Even the clan's top experts at the seventh level of Quasi-Saint had personally acted, yet it had still been useless. The door simply would not open.
"Phew."
Ye Lin took a deep breath, then slowly closed his eyes.
"Ye Xiu, let me see whether this place has anything to do with you after all."
With a wave of his hand, the Godslayer Sword appeared in Ye Lin's grasp.
An incomparably terrifying aura began to emanate from his body, the laws of the Sword Dao coiling around him.
The Godslayer Sword in his hand began to tremble.
He was searching for that feeling from before. He wanted to perfectly imitate Ye Xiu's casual sword strike from back then.
If Ye Xiu's Sword Qi could open the door before them, it would prove that this ruin was inextricably linked to Ye Xiu.
If it could not, then everything before had merely been an accident.
Just a coincidence, or something else entirely.
"What a terrifying aura."
As Long Aotian watched Ye Lin in the distance, a trace of wariness flashed through his eyes.
Just where was this guy's limit?
Why was he so powerful?
This was the first time he had learned that the Eastern Region had such a figure.
Sure enough, beneath the Eastern Region's seemingly tranquil surface lay crouching tigers and hidden dragons.
You could never