Ye Lin merely watched in silence, utterly motionless.
He could not move even if he wanted to.
He felt an invisible pressure suppressing him without pause. He wanted to move, yet he simply could not.
At that moment, the sixty figures seated around him rose as one, then all looked toward Ye Lin.
The next instant, just as Ye Lin was wondering what they intended to do, the sixty figures all knelt before him.
"Welcome the Dao Master's return."
Their voices merged together, echoing continuously through the great hall.
Ye Lin: "?"
At this moment, staring at these people, Ye Lin was completely lost.
Dao Master?
Was this some kind of joke?
Ye Lin was no stranger to the words "Dao Master."
After all, his mind contained a fragment of memories belonging to Ye Xiu, the Sword Dao Master.
And Ye Xiu was the Sword Dao Master.
A Dao Master was the end of cultivation, the end of the Great Dao, the end of all things, the end of everything.
It was a realm that could not be spoken of, nor described.
It was the ultimate destination of all cultivators beneath heaven.
Ye Lin could not even begin to imagine such a realm.
Perhaps becoming a Dao Master would be his goal in the future as well.
But now...
What had they called him?
Dao Master?
What a joke.
The more Ye Lin thought about it, the more certain he became that these people had made a mistake.
What kind of fucking Dao Master was he?
Perhaps he did possess a fragment of Ye Xiu's memories in his mind.
But a mighty being at Ye Xiu's level simply would not die. Even if he wanted to die, he would not be able to.
Perhaps even a fragment of memory carried