"Why do you get involved in all this trivial stuff all the time?" Fusheng Sheng lazily looked at the screen, treating it like watching a TV series out of boredom, and asked casually.
"For a junior like me, this can also be considered a form of spiritual practice," Lin Hui replied with a smile.
"I understand now. So, you brought all those disciples back and gathered them together for unified strengthening also for the purpose of cultivation?" Fusheng asked.
"Yes. Another reason is that I'm a sentimental person," Lin Hui replied.
"Alright then. However, this guy inside, who uses the same Wind Disaster Energy as you, is in a bit of trouble." Fusheng Sheng pointed to a corner of the light screen.
"There's another little guy hiding nearby, ready to launch a sneak attack. This guy is stronger than the three Dragon Kings who are fighting, much stronger."
"..." Lin Hui followed his pointing and looked at a corner of the light screen.
Sure enough, among the many dragons watching, a white-haired old man with red dragon horns was calmly observing the fierce battle above the Nest Gate.
Unlike the panic and unease seen in the eyes of the other dragons, this guy... was far too calm.
"Even from such a distance, the senior could perceive the details?"
Lin Hui turned to look at Fusheng.
"Thanks to you, the array's seal on me has weakened somewhat recently. It seems that as your strength increases, you are also gaining more control over the Demon Palace's power. In your heart, there was no intention to seal me, so this part of the power you control will no longer seal me," Fusheng said.
"I see," Lin Hui nodded. Then another thought struck him.
Several more mechanical silver nodules flew out from the stairwell on the second floor; they were the offspring of the Lightless Brain.
These sub-entities quickly flew to the two of them, then jumped up and scattered, forming several new light screens.
These light screens began to display the battle details of the other dragon kings.
"Aren't you in a hurry?" Fusheng looked at Lin Hui with some curiosity.
"This is Zhuo Xinghai's matter. I'm just offering my support at his invitation. Whether it succeeds or fails, I don't really care," Lin Hui said calmly.
In a sense, he was the one who would have preferred the operation to fail, since Time String, whom he needed, would disappear quickly once the operation succeeded.
The concept of Time String only persists during a revolution. Whether the revolution fails completely or succeeds completely, it will quickly disappear.
Therefore, maintaining a state of neither winning nor losing is the situation he needs most.
In the past month or so, due to this situation in all sectors, Time String's supply has increased significantly, which has enabled him to not only successfully break through the fifth level but also rapidly approach the sixth level.
The massive amount of Time String power is rapidly accelerating the progress of the Unfinished Final Scene Sword Technique.
"It seems you're really not in a hurry." Fusheng saw through Lin Hui's true thoughts.
"But we're almost there," Lin Hui said. After breaking through to the sixth level, the cultivation of the seventh level can no longer be achieved simply by accumulating a massive amount of time essence. Other conditions for enlightenment are also required.
By then, there will be less need for creating such Time String.
"You know what? To us, these things are just like playing house—repetitive, monotonous, boring, and meaningless," Fusheng said.
"If you get caught up in it, you will gradually become entangled in grudges and affections. Then you will sink into depravity, wasting a lot of energy and time."
"I will heed your advice, senior. Fortunately, I still remember what my goal is."
Lin Hui thanked him sincerely.
His goal has always been very clear.
After successfully converting Wind Energy, he will inevitably break free from the fate of the Fusion Faction and will inevitably face the onslaught of the other Source Disaster alone.
Therefore, the current efforts to improve strength and cultivation are, on the one hand, to increase the ability to deal with future dangers, and on the other hand, to pull Teacher Seven Extinctions out of the fate destined by the Fusion Faction.
"It's good that you're still conscious." Fusheng nodded.
He had now realized that Lin Hui hadn't completely joined the Fusion Faction, and knew there was still hope for him. So he couldn't help but speak up to remind him.
Lin Hui was grateful for the other party's reminder. In fact, he was also aware that his current behavior seemed somewhat hasty in the eyes of powerful figures like his teacher and Fusheng.
In today's world, where lifespans are often measured in millions of years, they are more likely to find a place where they feel comfortable, live in seclusion, cultivate themselves, and enjoy life.
He seems completely out of sync with the pace of the Changsheng, making some big moves every few years. It's all Fusheng dazzling.
"They've made their move." Just as Lin Hui was lost in his own thoughts, Fusheng's reminder brought him back to his senses, and he looked at one of the light screens.
The hidden guy that Fusheng had previously pointed out has made his move.
However, he did not participate in the siege of Indoma, but instead secretly flew into the Dragon King Hall World and brazenly attacked the three Cold Night Matriarch who were besieging the Dragon King Ju Han.
Within the light screen, the old man with the red dragon horns leaped into the air, his body rapidly expanding until he transformed into a gigantic red dragon with hundreds of bat wings on its back.
He opened his mouth and unleashed a breath of golden-red dragon breath.
The dragon's breath vanished instantly as soon as it was released.
The next instant, it appeared directly in front of the Three Greats Cold Night Matriarch, transforming into a torrent that engulfed them.
A deafening roar erupted.
At this moment, the enormous dragon breath, thousands of meters in diameter, reacted with the three extreme cold natural disasters in a massive annihilation reaction, producing a terrifying explosion.
Countless golden-red dragon breaths transformed into tiny snowflakes, fluttering down onto the palace rooftops.
This is a very clear materialized seven-ring marker.
"A materialized being temporarily enhanced by external objects, but it's enough to give those three little guys a run for their money," Fusheng yawned.
Completely unaware that Lin Hui, standing to the side, had a slight frown on his face.
Because of the Nether Seed, he could clearly sense that the three Cold Night Matriarch were all severely injured by this attack, and their auras were greatly weakened.
In other words, they had placed part of their bodies in the Extreme Cold current beforehand; otherwise, this would have been enough to trigger the calamity recovery mechanism, resulting in a loss of some cognitive memories.
"It seems this turmoil should come to an end," the Star River Dragon King sighed from the side.
That's good, then they won't have to hesitate about which side to join.
But Indoma, wanting to withdraw, was held back.