On Deeds, Not Intentions

"Are you saying that, with your current strength, you're practically without an equal below the Dao Integration Realm?"

Ji Zhanxie swallowed, looking at Shen Lin with a somewhat dazed expression.

The old acquaintances from Great Wei had gathered together in the room.

After hearing Shen Lin recount everything he had experienced during this period, everyone was stunned.

For a moment, the room fell deathly silent.

Everyone stared at Shen Lin with strange looks in their eyes.

To one degree or another, they knew that Shen Lin's method of growing stronger seemed to be killing members of the Demon Race.

That was why he had previously single-handedly wiped out all the demons in the Myriad Demon Kingdom.

But judging from Shen Lin's current performance, it was obvious that the Demon Race was not the only thing that could make him stronger.

In the story Shen Lin had told them, every time he killed a powerful enemy, his strength rose sharply.

After he even wiped out the entire Black Jackal Clan, his strength had leaped straight to the pinnacle of the Venerable Realm.

Prime Minister Zhang and the others were immensely relieved that Shen Lin was not the bloodthirsty type.

His will was firm as well, and he had not strayed onto the wrong path.

Otherwise, if someone unable to withstand that temptation had possessed such power, they would have slaughtered every member of the Human Race in Great Wei long ago and used them to aid their cultivation.

Shen Lin did not care much about it. He picked up the teacup beside him and took a sip.

"Speaking of which..."

He looked at everyone in confusion and asked curiously, "Where is Senior Old Daoist Thousand Evolutions?"

Standing in the room were Yuwen Fengxian, once the foremost figure in Great Wei; Ji