You have a good chance, I accept it.

"The first sword move, draw the sword and cut."

A mysterious aura surrounded Ye Lin. At this moment, he seemed to have grasped many things, but also seemed to have grasped nothing.

However, the next moment, Ye Lin suddenly pulled out the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand and swung it violently. At this moment, Ye Lin slashed out all his understanding of the sword and all his feelings about this life.

This sword, even the heaven and earth will be eclipsed.

It was dark, and the original golden space became dim at this moment, as if even the golden space did not dare to compete with this sword for glory.

The Xuanyuan Sword was constantly trembling in Ye Lin's hand, emitting a series of faint sword sounds.

Although the sword sound was very weak, each sword sound shocked the soul.

When monks practiced sword, they usually started with the three moves of draw, horizontal, and cut.

As the saying goes, the great way is simple, this is simple.

The next moment, Ye Lin's eyes went black, and at this moment, Ye Lin's six senses were all gone. He could not hear, see, or smell. It seemed that at this moment, he was really dead.

Nothing can be sensed.

But Ye Lin was not panicked at all. He could not help but hold the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand. The cold touch made Ye Lin feel calm.

After a few breaths, Ye Lin slowly opened his eyes. The golden space did not change. There was only the Yin-Yang Venerable standing in the distance and looking at him.

"Did I lose again?"

Looking at the intact Yin-Yang Venerable, Ye Lin murmured to himself. He did not expect that he would lose in the end after swinging his sword with all his strength.

This really made him despair like an insurmountable ravine.

"Youngster, you won."

Yin-Yang Venerable sighed, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

"Won?"

Hearing this, Ye Lin suddenly raised his head and looked at Yin-Yang Venerable in confusion.

"Yes, I won."

A trace of melancholy flashed across Yin-Yang Venerable's face, and then he stretched out his clenched palm towards Ye Lin. As he slowly opened his palm, a strand of hair fluttered in the wind.

Looking at the hair fluttering in the wind, Yin-Yang Venerable smiled faintly.

"You cut off a strand of my hair, good."

"You have proved your strength by doing this."

"It is time for me to fulfill my promise."

After saying this, the Yin-Yang Venerable slowly raised his right hand, then bent his fingers, and a tiny light spot appeared on his fingertips.

"This is my understanding of the Yin-Yang Dao. You can understand, imitate, or refer to it, but remember, don't follow it."

After saying this, the Yin-Yang Venerable flicked his fingers, and the golden light spot turned into a lightning and sank into Ye Lin's brow.

"Well, after this time, the Void Burial may not be able to hold out for much longer. The day when the Void Burial collapses is the day when the sixth world begins. If my guess is correct, the great world has already arrived."

"Younger generation, the Tao is endless. I hope you always keep your original intention and keep the oath you made when you first started practicing."

"From now on, there will be no more Yin and Yang Venerables in the world. I should also leave. This place does not belong to me after all. The era that belonged to me has long disappeared."

With a deep sigh echoing in the entire golden space, I don't know when the previous Yin and Yang Venerables had already disappeared.

At this moment, Yin and Yang Venerables, the dignified Taiyi Golden Immortal, completely fell, and the traces of his existence in the world completely dissipated.

If the Taiyi Golden Immortal really fell, even in the long river of time, no trace of him could be found.

Gone, it means really gone.

"Junior Ye Lin, send off the senior respectfully."