Yet danger had always been present.
Although Ye Lin had entered the Sword Lineage, he had not formally taken a master there.
After several years of cultivation, he had worked hard and pushed himself forward, successfully passing the trial of that giant sword-shaped mountain and becoming a Nominal Disciple.
With the Heavenly Secrets Jade on him, it had grown ever more like a gold-devouring beast over the years, swallowing up countless resources that had barely reached his hands before they were fed into it.
But the results had clearly been good as well.
At the very least, Ye Lin could avoid certain exceedingly dangerous places in advance, rather than stepping into one by accident and suffering the destruction of his Divine Soul.
Countless mountains stood around a basin-like stretch of terrain. Several carriages rested atop the peaks, along with dragon beasts and Phoenix Birds. Half the sky had turned into a sea of flashing purple and golden light.
Ye Lin lowered his head, carefully curling himself up within a breath-concealing formation. Without moving his gaze, he watched the radiance slowly emerging and flowing at the center of the basin.
Then he shifted his eyes toward the surrounding crowd, where all kinds of cultivators packed together in a dense sea of heads.
"Damn it, what's going on? How did the Grotto-Heaven ruin here get exposed so quickly? If I'd known, I wouldn't have used that chance to consult Heavenly Secrets."
A trace of regret flashed through Ye Lin's heart.
He was still stuck at Golden Core Perfection.
It was not just him. After countless cultivators competing for Fate Allotment in the Eight Wastelands had experienced a period of rapid advancement, their cultivation gradually slowed, until it nearly came to a complete standstill.
Only later did cultivators discover that if they did