True Solution of the Sword Dao

Stabilizing his mind, Einstein continued to read on.

He wasn’t unfamiliar with the two B-level peak Dream Eater council members either. Once Dream Eaters reached a certain level of strength, they would not be content to remain obscure in their own circles. That’s why he had heard of some of them. At most, he was a bit surprised to find out they were also Dream Eaters.

It was only the council member sitting to the far right that caused Einstein to furrow his brows. His gaze fixed on this person, he thought long and hard but couldn’t recall who exactly this was.

"Could it be that my memory is declining? This aura is deep and vast, definitely not that of an ordinary strong person. Even among the A-level, they would be on the stronger side. How could I have no impression of them?"

Einstein began to suspect that after living for thousands of years, his memory was deteriorating.

Generally speaking, those who could advance to A-level were elites who had made a name for themselves in the C-level and B-level. It was impossible for them to be unknown. Strength could not be improved by mere hard cultivation. It required extensive real battle experience and tempering of one’s nature and experience to make progress.

But Einstein had absolutely no impression of this demonically appearing young man sitting at the end. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Lord Einstein, have you never seen this council member before?" Gert from Silver Wings Magazine whispered to him from the left. This was a young man with a meticulously dressed and handsome appearance. However, his completely bald hairstyle instantly destroyed his perfect image.

"Indeed, I’ve never seen him," Einstein nodded slightly, "Have you?"

"Yes, I even asked many journalists around, and they all said they’ve never seen this new council member. Seems like he might be a newly emerged strong person?" Gert speculated.

Einstein said no more and just gave the council member on the far right a deep look.

"Never mind, we are not gods; we can’t possibly know everyone. Maybe he is a top-level strong person who has changed his appearance? We should focus on the main event later on. The reception before was just the appetizer; the main event is the upcoming Q&A session."

"That’s true." Gert smiled and nodded. What was supposed to be an elegant expression was made somewhat speechless due to his bald head.

As time passed, all journalists arrived, and the council members all took their places.

Then the journalists began to ask the golden council members some questions about the color gold, as well as the organization’s future plans and intentions. There were also questions about the council members’ life stories and their views on current major events.

The atmosphere immediately became lively.

The two B-level peak golden council members were particularly proactive. They made clever remarks that occasionally caused the crowd to chuckle, all in good humor. They even actively helped the other council members out of difficult questions.

The six council members faced over ten journalists with ease.

The young man on the far right, in particular, was evasive in his answers, showing his mastery of changing the subject. He would talk about everything from environmental protection to the history of the Alliance of Cities, to the strategic geography of White Fortress, then when he would finally stop speaking, dozens of minutes had passed. The journalists could only watch with wide eyes, as most of them were at most B-level, and many were C-level. No one dared intentionally interrupt the monologue of a top-level strong person. They could only wait for him to stop on his own.

After a round of interviews, it was finally time for a break.

A Fiv-Ring Mage from the magical Screw Tower appeared to answer some inquiries about their relationship with the golden organization, then greeted the Night King and other people before leaving voluntarily.

Griffin, sitting in the central seat, glanced at Lin Fei from the corner of his eye.

"Are you deciding to invest in Loa, who has the Sun King bloodline?" he transmitted his voice.

Without changing his expression, Lin Fei replied, "Interest is an unchanging principle. He has the potential, which makes him worth our investment. Since the Gorgon has lost her original value, we certainly won’t pay more for someone who is worthless."

"As an organization, we need to give members a sense of belonging and pride. Dealing with it like this, the centrifugal force of the gold color will be great," Griffin frowned slightly.

"This is natural; I already have a plan in place," Lin Fei glanced at him, "The organization only needs a step down. Loa himself had no power to resist the Gorgon; it was the Demon King of Grudges from the seal that hurt her. I have already eliminated his projection, and later there will be a pursuit to clear things up for the Gorgon."

Griffin frowned again.

"Forget it, handle it as you see fit."

Lin Fei withdrew his gaze, his eyelids drooping.

No matter how strong Loa was, he was only D-level. The sword strike that day had almost pushed him to his limit, and it also destroyed his ace in the hole. If Lin Fei hadn’t agreed on a single strike, Loa and the other two wouldn’t have survived. The strength disparity was too great.

But whether it was the single strike or the words beforehand, it was all meant to deliver the black card.

He saved Loa in front of Griffin to hide another, more secret secret.

Without the Demon God Armor, even if he had it, he would not dare to inherit it. Therefore, he must seek another path.

Understanding the Sword Realm seemed far off, and yet Lin Fei could clearly feel the major turmoil that was gradually approaching.

His current strength had entered a period of consolidation and stabilization. A substantial increase was impossible; he must first fully stabilize the power he now held. Otherwise, an excess of demonic power could lead to chaos and a burst body, dying in disgrace. He needed to fully grasp the significantly increased demonic power. And this process would not be a matter of just a few years.

The time required for this process would be very long.

Since hearing about the Sun King’s seal, he had clearly recalled the information about the Sun King of the Inner World. Destroying the temple with a sword strike was also for another purpose. In fact, he used most of his strength on the temple with that strike.

If it were his fighting style, he could instantly kill with a single sword strike concentrated with all his power using Extreme Shadow high-speed movement without the need for much fanfare.

After the intermission.

The next round of questioning began.

The press conference lasted until the afternoon. In the meantime, some journalists from far away kept arriving one after another.

It wasn’t until the evening that it finally concluded.

Lin Fei stood up and, along with Griffin, disappeared first. Both possessed their unique teleportation or spatial teleportation abilities. Every A-level fighter had a list of skills and abilities that they mastered, which, if compiled, could probably fill an expansive compendium. Thus, no one knew exactly how many abilities a top-level fighter had under their command. Teleporting away was just one of the many abilities that most A-level fighters possessed, albeit executed in various methods.

Lin Fei used the Sword Canon Space to teleport out of the Inner World and entered the Sword Canon.

Since the last time the Space Evolution Degree had a surplus, he had constructed several more Trial Grounds. Now, there were core disciples undergoing training there. These Lands of Legacy were places Lin Fei intended for Qi Yinglong and others to practice their respective styles of swordsmanship, so that once they reached a certain level, all disciples from various Trial Grounds could join them under their banner, forming four forces of different styles.

But that wasn’t what he had come for this time.

He had other matters at hand.

He didn’t enter the Extinction Holy Hall.

Lin Fei just stood there on the grass.

Crack!

More than ten ice-blue mirrors emerged in front of him simultaneously, forming a semicircle.

Each mirror was oval-shaped, and within each were various creatures that looked strange and ferocious. Four or five of them were humanoid. One was a purely blue mist with no physical form.

"Your Highness!"

Respectful voices came through the mirrors all at once.

Lin Fei nodded.

"Has the Fire of the Law Realm been ignited?"

The man in the center, with curved silver horns on his head, nodded, "It has been ignited. As long as the Fire of the Law Realm is not extinguished, the strength of my Ice Crystal Demon Race can continue to purify. In addition, we have planted the seeds of the Tree of Destruction. The king tree of destruction is planted right beneath the Fire of the Law Realm, to be used as a carrier in the future."

"Good," a faint smile appeared on Lin Fei’s face. "What about Solonya? How are things on the side of the former Black Flame Master?"

In another mirror, a bald woman with no eyebrows answered reverently, "The former Black Flame Master has started to plant the Demon Realm Mandragora on a large scale."

"How is the practice of the sword techniques I passed on to you?" Lin Fei suddenly changed the subject. He had used his spare time to consecutively battle against low-level and mid-level swordsmen from the Sword Canon and, after defeating them, directly chose the option to inherit mastery over a sword technique. Thus, he quickly gained more than a dozen mid-level to high-level sword techniques and had passed them directly to these dozen or so generals from the Monster Clan of the Demon Realm.

"It’s still not comparable to our inherited memory combat methods in the short term, but we can feel that, if we cultivate these sword techniques to a certain degree, we’ll have combat power far surpassing the past," a male with two additional eyes on his forehead said in a low voice.

"Once the Fire of the Law Realm enters its second phase, it will be much better," Lin Fei nodded. "You can try integrating the sword techniques into your demon bodies to create a unique combat style. Or you can simply use your bodies to shape weapons like a longsword."

"Yes."

All the demons responded respectfully.

"Most importantly, are the five Demon King seats secured?" Lin Fei continued to inquire.

The title of Demon King refers to a demonized creature that has reached a certain level of strength. It differs from the original owner. Original owners are those who control a unique attribute of demonic power. It’s a status that represents a qualification.

That is to say, Demon King represents combat power, while the original owner represents a bloodline status.

So under Lin Fei’s command, there were five Demon Kings, but no original owners. This was because a demon faction could only have one original owner.

As of now, Lin Fei had seven or eight entities that qualified as Demon Kings.

However, he had established only five positions for Demon Kings.

This required all the powerful contenders to compete for a seat. Only by becoming a Demon King could they get personal feedback from Lin Fei, the Master, and acquire the opportunity to draw faster and purer strength from the Fire of the Law Realm.

The Fire of the Law Realm was a system to purify demonic power.

The demons kept contributing their power to Lin Fei without realizing it, and Lin Fei, through the Fire of the Law Realm, refined and purified the acquired demonic power. He absorbed most of it himself while a small portion was fed back to some of the demons.

This feedback was the essence coveted by all demons.

Of course, they were not aware of where the purified demonic power of the Fire of the Law Realm came from, for their unwitting contributions of power went unnoticed. Thus, they always believed the Fire of the Law Realm to be a mighty fire bestowed upon them by the original owner.

And this was the effect Lin Fei intended.

Countless demonic powers condensed into a thick liquid within him, slowly flowing.

He planned to select five top-tier Demon Kings and then primarily support them to form the strongest force of the Ice Crystal Demon Race.

"Not yet, we still await your personal visit," a demon general answered. (To be continued. If you enjoy this novel, please visit qidian.com to cast your votes of recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)