Ye Lin's own comprehension was not low to begin with, and these dragon patterns were extraordinarily wondrous.
If one did not look at them closely, they remained perfectly still where they were.
But if one examined them carefully, they began to evolve wildly.
As though they were desperate to evolve every art and every method in the brief instant one's gaze rested upon them.
These dragon patterns did not refuse to let Ye Lin comprehend them just because he was of the Human Race. On the contrary, they were exceedingly eager.
It was as if they desperately hoped Ye Lin could comprehend them and take them out of this place.
Perhaps all of this was related to the great Dragon Clan expert who had inscribed them in the first place.
Yet there was another remarkably strange aspect: once one looked away, the dragon patterns fell still.
But at this moment, Ye Lin had already immersed himself completely within them, unable to pull himself free.
At that instant, ten thousand dragons took flight.
Ye Lin stood amid the phantoms of ten thousand dragons and closed his eyes.
His consciousness sank into an ocean of dragon patterns.
Every dragon pattern was a fragment of the Great Dao or a law. Piece them together, and they formed the Dragon Clan's complete understanding of a certain kind of power.
Ye Lin's divine sense darted among those fragments, capturing, analyzing, and reassembling them one by one.
His comprehension had always defied the heavens, and his quasi-Saint cultivation had brought his understanding of laws to an extremely lofty level.
Yet even so, the profundity of these dragon patterns still surpassed his imagination.
The laws contained within many of the dragon patterns had already touched realms he had never ventured into.
Some even ran contrary to everything