Before he could wonder for long.
The next moment, Ye Lin opened his eyes.
His eyes had turned silver-white, countless sword shadows reflected in his pupils.
Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.
Countless silver-white strands of Sword Qi surged from his body and gathered around him.
More and more Sword Qi gathered, growing denser and denser—packed so thickly that they were beyond counting.
Ten thousand sword shadows whirled and danced around him, releasing earth-shaking sword cries.
Their cries were like a dragon's roar, like a phoenix's call, like the first thunderous boom when heaven and earth first opened, like the final sigh when all things came to an end.
The eight attacks of the Vajra Dharma Form slammed toward Ye Lin.
Ye Lin extended a finger and lightly pointed ahead.
"Go."
Ten thousand sword shadows shot forth at once.
Silver-white Sword Qi poured down like a torrential rain, colliding with the Vajra Dharma Form's eight attacks.
The Demon-Subduing Vajra was shattered by the Sword Qi, becoming countless fragments.
The Vajra bell was sliced in two by the Sword Qi, its broken pieces scattering in every direction.
The precious banner was torn apart by the Sword Qi, turning into strips of cloth that drifted down.
The Dharma wheel was severed by the Sword Qi, its fragments spinning as they fell into the Abyss.
The chain formed from prayer beads was cut apart link by link by the Sword Qi, the severed beads bouncing through the air.
The golden flames pouring from the precious vase were extinguished by the Sword Qi, leaving not even a wisp of smoke behind.
The Buddha-light sword shadows fired by the monk's staff were annihilated by the Sword Qi without a sound.
The blade radiance unleashed by the precept saber was swallowed by the Sword Qi, leaving