Chapter 732: The Soul Holding the Road Sign

The purple-red karmic fire burned intensely; the coldness that emerged with Ding Hanbin's sword intent began to melt like ice and snow upon encountering the karmic fire.

That bone-chilling sword intent could not harm Ye Lin in the slightest, dissolving one after another under the terrifying karmic fire.

"Another forbidden technique, and this time, it's a fire-type forbidden technique!"

"How did he do it? To actually be able to master two completely different forbidden techniques!"

"I don't know, maybe it has to do with the mysterious old lady he mentioned? That old lady sounds quite formidable."

The disciples off the stage revealed expressions of terror.

That a person could so easily utilize two forbidden techniques of completely different attributes was utterly inconceivable.

Many elders of the Immortal Cloud Sect revealed expressions of shock in their eyes.

Being more experienced and knowledgeable than the disciples, a bold guess soon surfaced in their minds.

To be able to strike across realms from the Yin-Yang Realm to the Cave Profound Realm, and even use various forbidden techniques as ordinary attacks—such talent is absolutely top-tier.

And the most top-tier talent is a taboo!

Many elders looked up one after another toward the nine peak masters and the Sect Master, Fang Xi.

Seeing that these individuals' faces were calm and composed, without the slightest hint of surprise, the elders became even more certain of their guess.

The Sect Master and the peak masters clearly had long since known of Ye Lin's true talent!

"Holy crap!"

"Oh my god!"

"Help!"

"I can't take it!"

The elders' minds were shaken; their Immortal Cloud Sect actually had a disciple who possessed taboo talent!

Seeing Ye Lin facing a personal disciple head-on and not falling behind, the nine peak masters were also filled with deep emotion.

"To be able to strike across realms from the Yin-Yang Realm to the Cave Profound Realm; if the Eastern Profound Sect Grand Competition were held a hundred years later, our Immortal Cloud Sect might be able to contend for a top-ten spot under this kid's leadership!"

"The Primordial Spirit Root is too terrifying; it is born with an affinity for all elements. Even the backlash from using forbidden techniques is minimal. It is born to be material for challenging those of higher realms!"

"This kid hasn't even used his full strength yet; many of his methods have yet to be revealed. Ding Hanbin is far from forcing out his limit!"

Now that Ye Lin had stayed in the Immortal Cloud Sect for several years and had even learned the skills of all nine peak masters, they naturally no longer feared exposing Ye Lin's identity as having a taboo spirit root.

Whether in name or in reality, Ye Lin was already considered a true disciple of the Immortal Cloud Sect.

Even if other major sects wanted to come and snatch him away, they could not change this fact.

Seeing his full-strength sword strike neutralized by Ye Lin once again, Ding Hanbin was trembling all over.

Throughout this entire battle, he had a feeling of being toyed with by Ye Lin.

He was led by the nose by Ye Lin the entire time, unable to even touch the opponent once; this feeling made him extremely uncomfortable.

Holding his long sword, Ding Hanbin suddenly calmed down.

He no longer attacked Ye Lin like a headless fly, wasting his own strength in vain.

Ding Hanbin closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm his emotions.

When he opened his eyes again, the depths of Ding Hanbin's eyes were clear, with no distracting thoughts left.

"You have been trying to provoke me and disturb my state of mind. I must admit, you have indeed succeeded, but everything ends here."

Clang!

Ding Hanbin's two fingers lightly wiped across the sword blade; after calming his mind, his full strength was clearly better utilized.

The long sword sliced across his fingertips, and blood stained the blade red.

"I will use this sword to completely crush you. This is the strongest sword technique my Master taught me!"

Ding Hanbin's gaze was firm as he shouted coldly.

"Feeding the sword with blood to sacrifice to the vastness, the soul returns to the thousand mountains to bury the twilight snow!"

In an instant, this world resonated with the sword in Ding Hanbin's hand; snowflakes began to fall from the sky, and the phantom of a giant sword condensed, as if it could sever a thousand mountains!

"What terrifying sword intent! Has Senior Brother Ding Hanbin already grasped the highest level of the Thousand Mountains Twilight Snow sword intent while only in the Cave Profound Realm?"

"A role model for us all; this sword strike is likely enough to sweep through all cultivators in the Cave Profound Realm!"

"As expected of Elder Fan Yecheng's prized student; looking across the entire Immortal Cloud Sect, there aren't many disciples who can defeat Senior Brother Ding Hanbin in the way of the sword!"

This terrifying sword strike drew gasps of exclamation from the watching disciples.

They had a vague premonition that perhaps the outcome between the two would be decided by this strike!

"The strongest sword technique your Master taught you? Then I must find him and ask if he held anything back from you!"

Ye Lin rubbed his hands in anticipation.

Upon hearing this, Ding Hanbin's expression changed uncontrollably.

"What do you mean? What happened to my Master?"

"See for yourself and you'll know."

"Forbidden Curse: Necrotic Return to the Realm!"

Ye Lin raised his hand and clenched it; blue-green necrotic fire burned fiercely, and countless undead creatures crawled out, forming a barrier that isolated everything.

He currently had no interest in exposing the existence of the Myriad Soul Banner in front of everyone.

As a barrier forbidden curse, as long as the Necrotic Return to the Realm was not broken, even the peak masters could not pry into the situation inside.

The massive Necrotic Return to the Realm enveloped both Ye Lin and Ding Hanbin.

At this moment, Ye Lin stopped pretending and summoned Fan Yecheng directly from the Myriad Soul Banner.

Seeing Fan Yecheng's soul body, Ding Hanbin was completely dumbfounded.

"Mas... Master?! Impossible! This is impossible!"

Ding Hanbin went insane instantly; he had been unable to contact his benefactor, Fan Yecheng, for the past few days.

He had thought that since Fan Yecheng was an elder of the Immortal Cloud Sect, he couldn't possibly be in trouble, and at most, he was just busy with something and couldn't attend to him.

But Ding Hanbin never imagined that when the master and disciple met again, they would already be separated by life and death!

The psychological defense line that Ding Hanbin had painstakingly built was instantly crushed again.

Seeing Ding Hanbin's crazed appearance, Ye Lin felt a bit of pity and stepped forward to pat his shoulder.

"Don't be like this. If Elder Fan Yecheng's spirit is in heaven, he certainly wouldn't want to see you so sad. By the way, he had some words for you before he passed; let him tell you himself."

After Ye Lin finished speaking, he nodded toward Fan Yecheng.

Without a word, Fan Yecheng immediately held up two road signs with blue backgrounds and white text.

"I miss you very much inside the Myriad Soul Banner."

"The wind that misses you has finally blown into the Myriad Soul Banner."

Ding Hanbin was so frightened that he retreated several steps, his face full of terror.

"You... you killed my Master and refined his soul body into a demonic evil weapon like the Myriad Soul Banner?"

"Rest assured, he fed the demon with his own body and entered the Myriad Soul Banner voluntarily. He was very peaceful when he died and left this world with a smile," Ye Lin comforted him.

"Really?" Ding Hanbin asked, half-believing.

"Of course it's a lie; he died in such agony."