Looking at the Holy Crystals inside his Spatial Ring, Ye Lin was all smiles. This trip to the Primordial Secret Realm had not been in vain—he had struck it rich. His gains this time should have been the greatest of all.
Just as Ye Lin was smugly reveling in his joy, the entire ground began to tremble. Suddenly, brilliant rays of light shot ten thousand zhang into the sky in the distance, and a golden gate of light appeared out of nowhere in midair.
The secret realm's exit had appeared. This exit was time-limited; anyone who failed to leave within the allotted time would be trapped inside the secret realm.
When that happened, they could call to heaven and heaven would not answer, call to earth and earth would not respond. Just like the Tongtian giant tree—despite having such a bright future, it had ultimately been trapped to death within a secret realm.
"Time to go. The harvest this time was pretty good. The spiritual energy in my body is churning, and my aura is a little unstable. Once I'm out, I'll enter seclusion."
Feeling the surging spiritual energy within him, Ye Lin muttered to himself. It was time to return and enter seclusion. His cultivation had risen too quickly, and it needed to be tempered carefully.
He would not do something so foolish as letting his realm rise too quickly and leaving his foundation unstable.
The Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art could indeed raise one's cultivation swiftly, but by the same token, if one blindly pursued greater cultivation, it would eventually result in an unstable foundation.
A tower ten thousand zhang high rises from level ground; the foundation was the most important thing. With an unstable foundation, one could never go far.
After removing his mask, Ye Lin returned to his