Ye Lin cultivated for a full eight days this time, absorbing nearly all the treasures around him.
That day, Ye Lin slowly opened his eyes. A sharp gleam flashed through them, and a clap of thunder rang out in the void.
"Peak Dao Integration. Still the peak. My foundation is sufficient now, but it still isn't enough."
Looking at his own body, Ye Lin murmured to himself. He was already at his strongest; he could not advance even a single step further. But this was not enough. He had to temper his cultivation to its utmost limit.
A ten-thousand-foot tower rose from level ground; only with a solid foundation could one walk farther.
Throughout history, many great powers had once advanced their cultivation too quickly, leaving their foundations too weak. In the end, with no other choice, they scattered the cultivation they had amassed over a lifetime and started over.
One could imagine the helplessness those great powers had felt. Their cultivation had been built over ten thousand years, yet in a single day they dispersed it all. Who would be willing to do such a thing unless driven to utter desperation?
To scatter one's lifetime of cultivation was not something that could be done without immense resolve.
There were simply too many examples of people dispersing their cultivation because their foundations were too poor. As the saying went, those before planted trees so those after could enjoy the shade. That was precisely why.
With the lessons of his predecessors before him, Ye Lin acted this way.
"Alright, that should be about enough."
Ye Lin slowly rose to his feet and drew all the violent aura around him back into his body. From the outside, he looked more like an utterly ordinary mortal.
This was ultimate control over one's aura.