Ye Lin did not know what that sound was.
But listening closely, it seemed to be the sound of dragons chanting.
"Hmm..."
Ye Lin stroked his chin and sank into thought.
This must have been countless ages ago, when those ancient Dragon Clan great powers who carved these dragon patterns had sealed their insights into the Great Dao within them.
In other words, it was equivalent to weaving their murmurs into the patterns.
After passing through eternal ages, those sounds had still not dispersed. They echoed, intertwined, and layered over one another within this void, ultimately forming a song that would never end.
"That is..."
When he looked up.
Ye Lin suddenly hovered in place, utterly motionless, as though he had been frozen solid.
His eyes were fixed unblinkingly on the nearest dragon pattern.
It was a pattern resembling a dragon claw tearing apart the void—simple, rugged, even carrying a trace of Wilderness savagery.
Yet after he stared at that dragon pattern for more than three breaths, it suddenly came alive.
Dark golden light surged from the claw marks, transforming into a true dragon claw that slowly tore open a rift in the void.
Within that rift, Ye Lin saw the origin of the laws.
It was destruction.
Pure, naked destruction, without the slightest embellishment.
The dragon claw did not tear open the void through brute force. Rather, it condensed the Law of Destruction at its claw tips, using laws themselves to sever laws, using the Great Dao to tear apart the Great Dao.
This was a method of wielding power that surpassed techniques, surpassed spells, surpassed divine abilities. It directly touched upon the destruction true intent at the origin of heaven and earth.
It could also be called the Great Dao of Destruction.
"This..."
As if he had realized