Panlong, starting from becoming Lin Lei's golden finger

"What's your name? Would you be interested in becoming my personal disciple?"

O'Brien looked down at Linley with surprise in his eyes.

A level nine warrior has already comprehended the laws, and his comprehension of the laws is already quite profound.

In the future, the limits of the Holy Realm are predetermined, and even becoming a god is highly likely.

If I can truly become a god, then I'll have company at the next graveyard of the gods.

Normally, only he and Catherine would enter the Tomb of the Gods.

However, the Tomb of the Gods was far too dangerous, so he and Catherine had no choice but to stay on the 12th floor for ten years before leaving without gaining anything.

For so many years, O'Brien has always wanted to acquire a mid-level godhood.

When O'Brien first refined his divine essence to become a god, he didn't believe it and always felt that he could still improve.

But five thousand years have passed, and Aubrey's former ambitions have long since faded away.

Once one refines a divine essence to become a god, they will never be able to increase their strength through cultivation throughout their entire life.

Sometimes, O'Brien would have some regrets.

Back then, I was already at the limit of the Saint Realm. Even without refining the Godhead, I might still have had a chance to break through.

But O'Brien only thought about it.

Back then, his contemporary, the top disciple Faen, and the King of Assassins Hise, were still only at the Saint Realm limit.

Perhaps, if he hadn't refined the divine spark back then, he would still only be at the limit of the Saint Realm.

In that instant, O'Brien's mind raced with thoughts.

But his gaze toward Lin Lei never wavered.

"Greetings, God of War." Linley bowed slightly in greeting. "I am Linley. As for becoming your disciple, I already have a teacher, so I apologize, but I cannot accept your kind offer."

Linley's words caused a hint of regret to flash in O'Brien's eyes.

Even when Olivia refused to become his apprentice a few years ago, she had never disappointed O'Brien this much.

After all, Olivia broke through to level nine a few years ago, but only grasped the concept of "making light of things seem heavy".

Linley, on the other hand, had already comprehended the laws, making them incomparable to each other.

Most importantly, Lin Lei is still very young.

O'Brien scanned the entire O'Brien Empire with his divine sense, but found no information about Linley.

All that is known is that they just moved to Crimson Flame City; there was absolutely no prior information about them.

"Here you go!" O'Brien didn't force him, but instead took out a token and tossed it to Linley. "From today onwards, you are one of Mount Martial God's people."

Without giving Lin Lei a chance to refuse, she turned and left.

As soon as O'Brien left, the surrounding audience breathed a sigh of relief and began to discuss among themselves.

"That's Lord Martial God?"

"Wow, that's amazing!"

"The God of War is indeed far more powerful than the Saintly Domain."

"Isn't that obvious?"

"..."

Holding the token in his hand, Lin Lei looked in the direction the God of War had left, his eyes flashing slightly.

Lin Lei often chatted with Lin Ke, so he naturally knew that the so-called God of War was just a lower-level god who had refined a divine spark to become a god.

Before long, Oliver will also become a god after refining his divine essence.

Therefore, Lin Lei did not have much reverence for the God of War; his respect for the strong was more out of admiration.

However, Lin Lei couldn't understand why the other party had given him this token.

The token was ordinary, entirely crimson red, with only the character "武" (wu, meaning martial/martial) on it.

"Linley, right?" a voice rang out. "I am Fan, Master's eldest disciple."

Upon hearing this, Lin Lei looked up.

With short, dark blue hair and a long blue robe, he resembled a javelin, thin but straight.

However, the moment Lin Lei's eyes met the other person's, he felt his soul tremble.

Soul attack!

Linley quickly realized what was happening and looked at Fain with some wariness.

A soul attack that leaves one utterly defenseless—this is definitely the pinnacle of the Saint Realm.

"Hello, Mr. Farn." Linley nodded slightly. "If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now."

"Mount Wushen will not restrict your freedom." Farn had a gentle smile on his face. "I came here only because my teacher asked me to give you a few words of advice."

"The God of War's instructions?" A hint of doubt flashed in Linley's eyes. "Please speak."

Farn shook his head slightly, turned, and flew upwards. "There are too many people here. Let's go to the top of the mountain!"

Watching Farn's retreating figure, Linley led Walton and Nader to catch up with him.

Olivia, with blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, followed closely behind Linley.

Lin Lei glanced back but didn't say anything more.

Before long, the group reached the summit. Walton and Nader, thousands of meters above the ground, were shivering from the cold.

Seeing this, Lin Lei took out clothes from his spatial ring and draped them over the two of them.

"Linley, please sit down." Farn gestured to the stone bench beside him. "Olivia, you sit down and listen too!"

Upon hearing this, Olivia hesitated for a moment, but ultimately stood behind Linley.

Lin Lei sat on the stone bench, glanced back, and said nothing more.

Farn took out a flask of wine from his spatial ring and poured Linley a cup, then asked, "Linley, you're not a native of the O'Brien Empire, are you?"

"Indeed." Linley raised his glass and nodded. "I'm not a local, so I wonder what Mr. Farn is trying to say?"

"You don't need to be wary of me." Farn smiled. "Alright, I'll tell you what my teacher instructed me to do."

With that, Farn raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp, then stood up.

"Linley, with your talent, you will break through to the Saint Realm in three to five years at most, and the possibility of you reaching the limit of the Saint Realm is also very high."

As he spoke, Farn turned and looked at Linley.

"The Yulan Continent holds many secrets, some of which have even attracted god-level powerhouses from the highest planes to explore them. The token my teacher gave you means that you will be a member of my teacher's side from now on, and you will also have the opportunity to explore these secrets."

As he said this, Farn's eyes were filled with excitement.

As a Saint Realm Limit expert, and one who had been stuck at the Saint Realm Limit for over five thousand years.

Farn's greatest dream is to obtain a lower-level godhood in the Graveyard of the Gods.

Ideally, it should be a lower-level wind-elemental deity.

As for becoming a god on one's own initiative.

Farn hadn't had this thought in a long time.

Anyone who has been stuck in a certain realm for over five thousand years will lose all confidence.

Of course, Farn did not say these things directly.

Linley isn't even a Saint yet, so Fane was just giving him a heads-up.

"Thank you for informing me, Mr. Farn." Linley nodded slightly, looked at Farn, and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now."

As Lin Lei spoke, he got up to leave.

Farn did not stop them.

In fact, Lin Lei wanted to challenge Faen.

However, Lin Lei ultimately gave up.

In his current human form, he is merely a level nine warrior.

Even with the strength of a peak Saint Realm expert, facing a Saint Realm expert at the limit would only result in being instantly killed.

Unless, of course, he reaches the Saintly Realm in his human form.

Lin Lei was confident that even if his understanding of the laws had not yet reached the limit of the Saint Realm, he would not be instantly killed by Fane.

Only in a battle where the forces are evenly matched can one gain true insight.

Otherwise, you're just being used as a punching bag for others.

The disciples of Wushen Mountain have begun to evacuate the crowd of spectators.

Linley led Walton and Nader on a frantic run back to the foot of the mountain.

To Lin Lei's surprise, Olivia stayed right behind him the whole time.

"Olivia," Linley said, turning around, "our duel is over. What are you still doing following me?"

"I promised you that." Olivia clenched her fists, her face contorted with humiliation. "If you win, I'll do whatever I want with you."