"Di, you're just a remnant soul now, is there any way to help your soul recover?"
Lin Feng didn't need to worry about Di becoming stronger. He had Master Niu and Bodhidharma on his side. Even if Di's soul recovered, he would only be a low-level Saint. He wouldn't be able to harm Lin Feng. Lin Feng could also help him, so why not?
When Di heard Lin Feng's question, he was overjoyed. Lin Feng's question meant that Lin Feng wanted to help him recover his soul. No matter what, Di was extremely happy.
For a super powerhouse from 30,000 years ago, it would be worth celebrating if he could recover 50% of his former strength.
"Brother Lin Feng, back then, Yuan Kui attacked me by surprise. He stole one of my souls and three of my spirits. If I want to recover my soul, I have to get one of my souls and three of my spirits back."
Said Di Yi to Lin Feng, but Lin Feng just smiled wryly.
"That's impossible." said Lin Feng to Di Tian.
Ignoring Yuan Kui's current strength, just thirty thousand years ago, Yuan Kui was already a late Saint King, let alone now. Of course, it was extremely difficult for powerful experts to increase their cultivation by a single level.
"I know it's impossible, so there's another way to help my soul recover," said Di.
"What is it?" Lin Feng looked at Di, waiting for his answer.
"Cold fire, gloomy water, hell thunder, any one of those three can help me recover a bit," said Di. He looked desperate.
When Lin Feng heard that, he was stupefied. Cold fire, gloomy water, hell thunder … He had one of those three. He had obtained the cold fire in the Transit City and he still had it.
However, was it necessary to restore Di's strength now? Lin Feng remained silent for a few seconds, but gave up. He needed to understand Di better first. If Di didn't want to harm him, he would give him the cold fire.
Lin Feng raised his head and said to Di, "I've heard about the first one. When I'm strong enough, I'll give it to you!"
"Really? Do you know where the cold flames are? "Di Tian didn't wait for Lin Feng to finish his sentence. His eyes were wide open and he was pleasantly surprised.
Lin Feng nodded and didn't say anything. Di Yi was pleasantly surprised and cupped his fists in front of Lin Feng to thank him.
"Alright, you can stay in my Space Ring for now. I'm going out for a stroll."
Lin Feng took out his ring and put Di Di's soul inside. Lin Feng put the ring away and left the Bodhidharma Palace. He was walking on a small path in the Divine Sect.
It had to be said that Divine Sect was grand and magnificent. Outside of the vast pavilions, there were many details. For example, almost every small path led to Divine Sect's training grounds.
Divine Sect had eight great palaces, four great pavilions, and a Heaven Connecting Stairway. The eight great palaces were for people like Bodhidharma. There were also a few palaces for Saints. Even Divine Sect's Sect Master only lived in the four great pavilions. These four great pavilions had all kinds of treasures.
Moreover, it was said that the Four Great Pavilions still had the footprints of Emperors in the past. If one was astonishingly talented, they could learn from their mistakes and make breakthroughs. As such, the owners of the Four Great Pavilions would not live in them alone. Every year, they would hold a competition, and the most capable would live there.
That was what Lin Feng had seen and heard after coming to the Divine Sect.
"There's a pavilion over there, let's take a rest."
There was a pavilion not far from Lin Feng, but there was no one there. Lin Feng quickly walked into the pavilion and sat down on a stone chair. He took out a bottle of alcohol and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the Godly Sect while sipping it.
"The reason why the God sect has become the largest sect in the Divine realm is because it's a sect directly related to the sacred hall of the Divine realm. Although uncle Zijian's Sword sect is also an organisation, it doesn't meet the requirements of the greatest sect. That's why it has to do with the support of the sacred hall."
"Back in the Continent of the Nine Clouds, the Shrines were the noblest and most powerful groups, but nobody said that any sect wanted to attach itself to them. The Shrines were all secretive, they wouldn't show their faces until the last moment. But the Holy Temple in the Godly Continent is different. They're there to deter people."
"The Holy Temple is sacred because there are many strong cultivators inside that don't exist in the outside world. They monopolize the whole area. All the strong cultivators are in the Holy Temple, so how could they cause trouble?"
Lin Feng thought about the structure of the Shrines and couldn't help but smile. All the strong cultivators were gathered in the Shrines, so they didn't need to worry about their subordinates causing trouble. Besides, they also had people who were directly related to them, so things were much more stable.
Apart from thirty thousand years ago, when the Holy Temple had fought over the young man who had mastered the Light Dao, there had never been anything more violent than that.
After drinking the alcohol, Lin Feng left the pavilion and went to the Ice Palace to see Meng Qing and You You.
"Young Master Qilin, you can rest here."
At the moment when Lin Feng was about to leave, he suddenly heard a familiar voice. He raised his head and looked. Lin Feng was stupefied. In front of him were a few men. They were the ones he had taught a lesson to before. They were the ones who had cut off his fingers. If Lin Feng remembered correctly, that man's name was Wu Lin and he was one of the Patriarch's disciples.
At that moment, those men were all smiling in a flattering way. They were closely surrounding a young man wearing a purple robe. That young man was handsome, his hair was tied up in a bun and he looked extremely aggressive.
When Lin Feng heard them call him Young Master, it meant that he had a high social status.
Lin Feng stood up and was ready to leave.
Wu Lin had already seen Lin Feng. When he remembered how Lin Feng had cut off his finger, he was furious. His facial expression was evil but Lin Feng was the first disciple of Bodhidharma Bodhidharma. He was their teacher, they couldn't do anything about it.
But Prince Qilin was different. Prince Qilin was the younger brother of the four holy sons. The four holy sons had a high social status. The Holy Temple valued them the most. They were on the same level as Bodhidharma. It was normal that they wanted to teach Lin Feng a lesson.
When Wu Lin thought about that, he took the initiative and smiled at Lin Feng, "Uncle Lin Feng, we meet again so soon."
Wu Lin smiled in a resplendent way as if he respected Lin Feng. But Lin Feng knew that Wu Lin was just looking for trouble.
As expected, when Wu Lin called Lin Feng uncle, the Qilin Prince couldn't help but frown. He glanced at Lin Feng and smiled, "You're Lin Feng? Bodhidharma's first disciple? "
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