Day and night alternated like a shuttle on a loom, weaving the birth, aging, sickness, and death of mortals; weaving the rise and fall, survival and ruin of dynasties—yet only enough to braid a single tassel onto an immortal's prepared dust whisk.
In the blink of an eye.
Three hundred years slipped by.
On this day, Ye Lin successfully emerged from seclusion.
Not because he had gained sufficient insight, but because the thousand years were up.
A thousand years' worth of missions had piled up. It was time to complete them all at once.
He walked out of his residence.
Meteor Island was still exactly as it had been, unchanged in the slightest.
Maidservants moved back and forth around him.
No one cared, nor was there anyone who needed caring for.
Loneliness was something Ye Lin had long since grown accustomed to.
A moment later, Ye Lin silently vanished from Meteor Island.
What Ye Lin did not know was that, at the instant he disappeared, several figures followed after him.
"Heh..."
After those figures had vanished, Meng Ting stood in the air.
"Three third-heaven Quasi-Saints—do they not dare cross the line?"
"Then I no longer have a chance to make a move."
"Forget it."
Meng Ting shook his head and turned to leave.
He had wanted to act for Ye Lin, but who would have thought that the other side would send only three third-heaven Quasi-Saint experts?
If they had sent even a fourth-heaven Quasi-Saint, he would have had ample reason to intervene.
But in the end, they were third-heaven Quasi-Saints.
Third-heaven Quasi-Saints and Ye Lin's first-heaven Quasi-Saint cultivation belonged to the same major realm.
A conflict at this level was a conflict between peers. He had no reason to intervene.
If he dared make a move, by the next