"In that battle long ago, I was quite lucky. Though I stayed far away, I happened to obtain a lower god's divine spark. It was fortunate it was a lower god's; if it had been a middle god's, I wouldn't have been able to refine it at all," the Martial God said with a faint smile.
Lin Lei suddenly understood a little.
Refining a divine spark had its conditions.
Unless one reached the god level, one could probably only refine a lower god's divine spark.
"Why did those powerhouses from other planes descend to the Yulan Continent plane and fight here?" Lin Lei promptly asked in detail.
The Martial God glanced at Lin Lei. "You don't need to know that." It was clear the Martial God had no intention of telling him.
Lin Lei could only remain silent.
"The Graveyard of the Gods opens once every millennium. Each time it opens, those who earn the recognition of we god-level experts are qualified to enter and explore," the Martial God said, glancing at Lin Lei. "However, I tell you, entering the Graveyard of the Gods is extremely dangerous!"
"Has anyone ever succeeded?" Lin Lei asked.
"Of course," the Martial God confirmed. "But only one. The most laughable part is that person obtained a lower god's divine spark inside, broke through, and then immediately departed for a Higher Plane."
Lin Lei laughed secretly in his heart.
Reaching the god level was difficult.
But obtaining a divine spark in the Graveyard of the Gods and then refining it—that was simple. It was no wonder many surviving powerhouses from those ancient times were still lurking on the Yulan Continent.
After all, on a Higher Plane, for a Saint-level powerhouse to obtain a divine spark was almost impossible.
"Martial God, is there a difference between comprehending and breaking through to god level oneself versus obtaining a divine spark and refining it?" Lin Lei pressed.
The Martial God nodded and sighed, "There is. Refining a divine spark makes future cultivation much more difficult. After all, that divine spark wasn't descended by the world based on your own soul; fundamentally, there are some distinctions."
Lin Lei nodded.
In his heart, Lin Lei actually felt a bit grateful to the Martial God for telling him this important point.
"Even if you know, so what? Lin Lei, if a divine spark were placed before you, telling you that refining it would make you a lower god immediately, but the cost is that future cultivation would be slower and harder—would you refine it?" the Martial God looked at Lin Lei.
Lin Lei paused.
Indeed, a lower god's divine spark right there represented immediate entry into the god level. Even if future cultivation became harder... the vast majority of people would still choose to refine it immediately.
"Alright, Lin Lei, nothing else. You may leave," the Martial God said indifferently.
Lin Lei quickly said, "Martial God, in a few days I will depart for the Chaos Dominion. My younger brother and Nina will likely remain in the Imperial Capital. I worry the Church of Light might threaten my brother..."
"Rest easy. The Imperial Capital is not a place for the Church of Light to run wild," the Martial God said indifferently.
Hearing this, Lin Lei felt relieved.
"Martial God, regarding the current Emperor, Qiao An..." Before Lin Lei could finish, the Martial God frowned and said, "Show the token I gave you to Qiao An; he will know it's my command. All the emperors of the empire know of it."
Lin Lei was startled.
That token the Martial God had bestowed upon him, engraved with the character 'Wu' (Martial), actually had this function.
The Martial God gave Lin Lei a cold look. "Don't go misusing this token either. If you cause chaos in the empire, you'll be the one to clean up the mess. Oh, and one more thing. When you go to the Chaos Dominion, remember not to offend one person."
"Who?" Lin Lei was surprised.
The Chaos Dominion didn't seem to have any particularly famous experts.
The Martial God said indifferently, "Among the five Saint-level peak powerhouses, one resides in the Chaos Dominion. His name is 'Desili.' He cultivates the Light Laws. His strength is on par with Fa En's."
Lin Lei immediately committed the name to memory.
On par with Fa En—that meant a powerhouse just one step away from god level.
"Alright, you may go," the Martial God said indifferently.
Lin Lei bowed at once, then turned to leave.
"Remember to be kind to that magical beast of yours called Bei Bei," the Martial God suddenly sighed and advised.
Lin Lei turned back in surprise to look at the Martial God. It wasn't surprising that the Martial God knew of Bei Bei's existence, but why say he should treat Bei Bei well?
The Martial God ignored Lin Lei. With a step, his crimson hair billowing, he entered the floating fireball suspended in mid-air and began his cultivation.
"Bei Bei?"
Lin Lei did feel that the Martial God had become somewhat kinder to him, whether regarding Wotton's marriage or this time, actually telling him so much. Now Lin Lei had a feeling it might be related to Bei Bei.
Bei Bei?
Lin Lei remembered Bei Bei had mentioned he seemed to come from a family called Baelute.
"Bei Bei's strength is so terrifying, his growth rate so astonishing. And he's from the Baelute family. Now with the Martial God saying this..." Lin Lei grew even more curious about Bei Bei's identity.
In the Imperial Capital, Chiyan City, within the palace gardens.
Emperor Qiao An was in a very good mood, leisurely strolling through the garden admiring the various flowers. Lin Lei not investigating Rein's matter had naturally put him at ease.
"Your Majesty, someone is flying over," his personal palace attendant suddenly said.
Someone flying over?
A Saint-level powerhouse!
Emperor Qiao An immediately turned to look. In the air, Lin Lei, wearing a deep azure robe, soared through the sky. In the blink of an eye, he descended into the garden.
"Oh, it's Master Lin Lei," Emperor Qiao An's face lit up with a smile. "Is there something Master Lin Lei needs?"
Lin Lei glanced at the palace attendant.