At those words, Ye Lin gave a soft laugh.
Failure?
Was that even possible?
He had absolute confidence in his current strength.
Failure?
How could that be possible?
His steps did not stop. He continued slowly past the remaining stone steles.
His gaze drifted from one sword to the next, his face bearing none of the caution or hesitation one ought to have when making a choice.
Instead, he seemed like a man strolling through a courtyard at leisure, casually lighting a lamp or plucking a flower.
When he reached the eighty-seventh stone stele, he stopped.
The sword beside that stele was entirely black, without the slightest sheen. Its blade was broad and thick like a door panel, yet its edge was as thin as a cicada's wing. Black and white intertwined across the blade in an extreme contrast.
The stele was engraved with: Blackwater · Worldslayer, Fourth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm, fifteenth-generation true disciple of the Sword Dao Holy Land, skilled in Abyssal Sword Intent.
Ye Lin glanced at the marked realm.
Fourth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm—an entire major realm above his Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm.
Among the one hundred and eight true disciples, only three had reached the Fourth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm. The rest were all at the Third Heaven or below.
"You want to choose him?"
"Though Worldslayer's sword-soul projection has been suppressed to the peak combat strength of the Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm, his experience, his sword dao, and his judgment of the battlefield are all at the level of a perfected Fourth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm. Are you sure?"
Seeing Ye Lin pause, Cangfeng's voice sounded again, as if offering a reminder.
Ye Lin extended a hand and lightly tapped the black greatsword's blade with his fingertip. A heavy, muffled crack rang out like distant thunder.
"It's him."