At this moment, during the Dragon Blood Warrior transformation, Lin Lei's feeling was one of—power, filled with boundless strength!
"Hoo hoo!" The dragon tail swept through the air with a sharp piercing shriek, and the edges of the cyan-gold dragon scales, cold and gleaming with a metallic luster, were like knives. If one were to tear off a single scale, it could probably slice through precious ores with ease.
The golden blood merged into his body. Lin Lei's transformation covered every part of him.
Gritting his teeth against the excruciating pain, he let out a low, strained growl.
A long time passed…
The transformation finally stopped.
"Phew." Lin Lei let out a long breath while observing his current transformed state. Dominantly cyan, wreathed in a golden glow, the transformed Lin Lei naturally radiated an ancient aura—as if some terrifying primordial beast were coiled within.
"Lin Lei." Dilia, who had been standing beside him in constant tension, finally relaxed slightly now that Lin Lei was no longer convulsing in pain.
"Dilia." Seeing Dilia, a hint of a smile appeared on Lin Lei's face. At the same time, he immediately dismissed the Dragon Blood Warrior form. However, this transformation had been far too violent—his robe had been completely blown apart and shredded to pieces, not a single scrap of cloth remaining on his body.
Fortunately, Dilia was the only one here.
"Put some clothes on, quickly," Dilia scolded with a laugh.
Lin Lei immediately pulled underwear and an outer robe from his spatial ring. As a Dragon Blood Warrior, clothing was what he kept most of in that ring. Once dressed, Lin Lei sat together with Dilia, the two of them leaning against each other, chatting.
"Lin Lei, now that you've reached the Saint Realm, how does it feel?" Dilia was quite curious. After all, she hadn't truly refined a divine spark yet.
"Become a god?"
Lin Lei was slightly stunned. Although he had reached the Saint Realm, he hadn't felt any fundamental change in himself. At Dilia's question, Lin Lei carefully felt inward and sensed his surroundings. Sure enough, he noticed some differences.
"It's clearer when I use my divine clone." Lin Lei shifted his form.
Sure enough, in the divine clone state, Lin Lei could clearly sense his control over the surrounding space. It was a right granted to him by the lowgod divine spark. Lin Lei had a feeling… this divine spark was essentially proof of certain laws and represented certain authority.
The stronger the divine spark, the greater the authority.
"Transforming again?" Dilia said with a smile. "When you're fighting, if one body gets damaged, can't you just switch to the other one to keep fighting?"
"I can switch bodies, but when it comes to using the Laws of Speed, the divine clone is still more effective," Lin Lei sighed.
"Hm?" Lin Lei noticed yet another change. Countless strands of fine golden thread energy were flowing directly into his soul space. Each one was extremely thin, but once they accumulated, the sheer quantity was staggering.
"What is this?" Lin Lei was puzzled.
He had never encountered this peculiar force before, but when those countless golden threads made contact, images of devout figures naturally surfaced in his mind. Each golden thread represented one person.
"Faith power!" Lin Lei understood instantly.
Lin Lei immediately focused his attention on these golden threads. They flowed directly into his soul space, but that space was vast and boundless—so many golden threads were like mere drops in an ocean. Once inside, Lin Lei couldn't feel any change in himself at all.
Except for sensing those devout believers who had faith in him.
"I've heard that faith power is greatly beneficial for cultivation, so why can't I feel anything?" Lin Lei was somewhat puzzled.
But after just a moment, he smiled: "I only just reached the Saint Realm, so I've only now begun to receive faith power. But faith power flows in endlessly. Someone like the War God has been accumulating it for thousands of years. As for beings like the High Gods, they have followers across countless planes—they've gathered unimaginable amounts. This faith power probably needs to reach a certain quantity before its effects can be felt."
Though he didn't yet understand the use of faith power, Lin Lei was certain it would benefit him. After all, even High Gods needed it.
"Lin Lei, what are you spacing out for?" Dilia interrupted his thoughts.
Lin Lei snapped back to reality and promptly told Dilia everything that had just happened. Dilia was astonished upon hearing it: "Faith power? So when sensed by the mental power, faith power actually appears as golden threads. Faith is supposed to be something so intangible—how can human faith produce such a peculiar force?"
"I don't know either," Lin Lei said with a smile. "Dilia, I'm planning to head out in a couple of days."
"Mm, you've reached the Saint Realm now, so there's no need to keep training in isolation here," Dilia nodded.
"No—I'm going out to fight a god-level powerhouse. A life-and-death battle." Lin Lei looked at Dilia solemnly. He hadn't told her before, but at this point he didn't want to hide it from her. This matter was far too serious.
Fighting a god-level powerhouse—even Lin Lei himself had no guarantee of success.
After all, the opponent was also at the god level.
"What?!" Dilia's eyes widened in shock. "Lin Lei, you're going to fight a god-level powerhouse? Who? The War God? The Grand Priestess?" Fear and worry flooded her heart. Lin Lei had only just stepped into the god level!
It was far too dangerous.
"No, it's not them."
Facing Dilia's gaze, Lin Lei felt a twinge of guilt. After all, this battle against a god-level powerhouse was essentially gambling with his life. If he succeeded, fine—but if he failed… how could he face Dilia?
"Then who is it? Why do you have to fight them in a life-and-death battle?" Dilia pressed urgently. "Can't this fight just not happen?"
Lin Lei took a deep breath: "All right, Dilia, I'll tell you everything." He immediately recounted the entire story about Yeru—starting from Yeru's uncharacteristic demand to purchase all the prisoners of war, to the later assassination attempt against him, and Seth's deductions.
If they didn't kill that god-level powerhouse, Yeru would remain a puppet forever!