Lin Yi did not rush to seek enlightenment.
The battle on the Second Layer had been too brutal.
A piercing wound through his shoulder.
A spear wound along his ribs.
Several old wounds on his chest that had split open again.
And the lingering shock from that final head-on clash.
All of it had to be dealt with first.
Yuanhe Divine Palace had no shortage of quiet places.
Lin Yi casually found a cultivation chamber.
He sealed the door.
Then sat cross-legged.
The Greater Divine Ability Third Turn slowly began to circulate.
His wounds closed bit by bit.
His divine power was recovering as well.
This time, he thought of nothing else.
He did not deduce Water-Fire.
He did not practice his blade.
He did not even touch the reward from the Second Layer.
His body had not returned to its complete state.
Seeking enlightenment now—
would be nothing but making trouble for himself.
After some time passed.
The last hidden injury finally dissipated completely.
Lin Yi opened his eyes.
He rose to his feet.
And rolled his shoulder.
There was no stiffness.
His divine power brimmed within him.
His Spiritual Soul was steady.
The exhaustion left behind by the great battle on the Second Layer had vanished as well.
He was ready.
He sat down again.
And took out that reward.
It had no name.
At least, Lin Yi had no interest in making one up on the spot.
As divine power flowed into it.
The scene before his eyes began to change.
There were no words.
No sounds.
And certainly no one stuffing a fragment of insight directly into his mind.
There was only water.
And fire.
At first.
The two stood far apart.
The water flowed quietly.
The flames burned.
They had nothing to do with each