The next day!
Lin Changqing used great magical power to shift his dojo out of the Saint Son Residential Area and into the upper region of Buzhou Mountain.
Now that he had advanced to become a Divine Saint, he was naturally no longer a Saint Son and had entered Lingyun Hall.
He had become an elder of the Ancestral Court.
Of course, whether elder or Saint Son, they were ultimately nothing more than titles. Aside from some differences in the resources they received, they held no actual authority.
Now, Lin Changqing was at the height of his power. Coupled with the matter of the Wings of Time, many people were itching to get rid of him and viewed him with great hostility. Naturally, they were even less likely to give him any position of real authority.
Of course, Lin Changqing had no interest in such things either. His mind had never been on power.
So-called power was merely passing smoke and fleeting clouds. Before absolute strength, it was not worth mentioning.
Just like those Supreme Saint powerhouses—there was no need for them to hold any position of real authority. A single word from them was enough to alter the entire human race, even the whole layout of the Myriad Universes.
In Lin Changqing's view, that was true authority.
A fist was authority.
Lin Changqing had understood this point back when he was still a mortal.
Thus, Lin Changqing was not obsessed with power.
As for the resources enjoyed by an Ancestral Court elder, he did not care for those either. He had no shortage of resources himself, and to be honest, he truly had no regard for the paltry scraps that came with an elder's treatment.
After moving his dojo onto Buzhou Mountain, into the area belonging to the elders