Dividing the World

In the morning sunlight, the back garden of Dragonblood Castle shone brightly. Lin Feng Lin Feng, unusually, found himself fully absorbed in carving there. As he carved, scenes of him and his younger sister, Lin Ruo, involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

"The shape, texture, pattern, and color of a stone contain not only a concrete image, but also beauty itself. By using a carving knife to remove the excess parts of the stubborn stone, the beautiful image within is naturally revealed and displayed. This is stone carving."

"The method of carving is actually a way of handling form and space. To carve..."

The scene of Grandpa Doehring teaching me to carve is still so vivid in my mind.

Having grasped the Profound Truth of Speed, Lin Feng wielded his Flat Blade with such elegance, sometimes swift as a phantom, sometimes slow and gentle, as the human-shaped stone sculpture gradually became clearer. Lin Feng's carving also attracted Hillman, Taylor, and many others to watch from a distance.

"My father's carvings are so unique," Taylor exclaimed in astonishment.

Hillman exclaimed in amazement, "Yes, the way your father carved this stone sculpture gives me the feeling that the sculpture itself was already finished. All your father did was remove the dust from the surface."

Flat Blade the blade flashed, fragments of stone flew everywhere.

Indeed, just as Hillman said, Lin Feng removed the stone fragments as if removing surface dust, and a stone sculpture gradually revealed its true appearance. Emerging from its shell—this is the feeling of a stone sculpture emerging from its shell!

"How beautiful!" Jenny exclaimed. "I never realized that stone carving could be so natural." Jenny had studied stone carving, but the kind of stone carving she learned required the use of many tools.

For Lin Feng, a Flat Blade is enough.

Lin Feng began carving in the morning and continued until dusk. Finally, he put away his Flat Blade and gently stroked the stone carving in front of him.

"My sister," Lin Feng thought to himself, "I hope we siblings will be reunited someday."

The stone sculpture in front of them was exactly like Lin Ruo Lin Ruo always had a mischievous smile on her face.

"Sister Dilia, who is Brother Lin Feng carving?" Jenny asked Dilia curiously.

Ever since Dilia got jealous of Lin Ruo in the Magical Beast Mountain Range, Lin Feng has rarely carved statues of Lin Ruo. In recent decades, he has been busy with cultivation, and Lin Feng even seems to be retiring from carving. Jenny has only been with Lin Feng for a short time, so it's normal that she doesn't know Lin Ruo. Even Wharton doesn't know about Lin Feng's sister who lives far away on Earth.

"According to Lin Feng himself, this is his sister named Lin Ruo, but I have never seen her and am not sure if she exists," Dilia said, shaking her head.

"Lin Feng." Suddenly a voice came from behind.

Lin Feng sheathed his Flat Blade, turned around and smiled, "Fain, you've arrived."

"It's truly amazing." Fain looked at the stone sculpture in amazement.

The stone sculpture seemed to possess a soul; in a daze, it looked as if a real person was standing there.

"Lin Feng, what did you carve?" Fain asked curiously.

Lin Feng didn't answer, "Fain, what brings you here this time?"

Fain said, "Oh, I've come to invite you to War God Mountain. Tomorrow, April 6th, all the top-tier god-level experts will War God Mountain, and a few experts from the Saint Realm will also be there."

"Hmm? Could it be that the War God and the High Priest are planning to divide up the Yulan?" Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm and asked, "I wonder what it is?"

Fain shook his head and said, "I'm not too sure either. My teacher didn't tell me either. But you'll definitely find out when you get there."

"Okay, I'll definitely go tomorrow," Lin Feng nodded and said.

On April 6th, 10034 of the Yulan Calendar, on War God Mountain, west of the Imperial Capital of the O'Brien Empire.

In the secluded courtyard of the War God O'Brien, the War God, the High Priest, Dylan, Cesar, the four god-level powerhouses, as well as Fain, Lin Feng, Tulilei, the seven powerhouses, all sat down casually.

Lin Feng noticed that the lineup present was missing Desri compared to the original book, and guessed that Desri must have understood his advice and was now in seclusion.

Moreover, the current discussions are about dividing up the Yulan, which has little to do with Desri.

The War God and the High Priest exchanged glances, then the War God's sharp gaze swept over Lin Feng and the other three, and he said in a loud voice, "The main reason I called you four here today is because the High Priest and I have discussed it and feel that there are too many Yulan Kingdoms; we should reduce the number."

Lin Feng remained expressionless, while only Tulilei and Fain looked somewhat taken aback, clearly stunned by O'Brien's words.

The masked High Priest spoke gently, "I discussed it with the War God, and it seems that only three empires remain in Yulan: the O'Brien Empire, the Yulan Empire, and the Baruch Empire. This means we need to launch a war that covers the entire Yulan region and annihilate the other powers."

"Lin Feng, do you have any objections? You can be considered a representative of the Baruch Empire." The High Priest looked at Lin Feng.

"That's a good thing, of course I won't refuse," Lin Feng said with a smile.

"It is not difficult for the three empires to join forces to destroy other countries. However, I believe that if you, the God of War, the High Priest, and Lin Feng join forces, it will be easy to do this. Why do you want my sanctuary here? I am a little confused about this." Tu Lilei asked doubtfully.

"It's simple." Cesar, standing nearby, had a hint of mockery in her eyes. "The War God and the High Priest don't want to fight; they want you to do it. And you're, in a way, a representative of the Far East Prairie."

The War God glanced at Cesar, Cesar simply chuckled to himself.

"We will not interfere in this war," the War God's powerful voice rang out. "I must tell you something: according to Lord Beirut's orders, we six god-level powerhouses will depart for the Necropolis of the Gods in three days."

"Six god-level powerhouses? How could there be six god-level powerhouses in the Necropolis of the Gods?" Tulilei couldn't help but ask, Fain also looked at his teacher with a puzzled expression.

The War God, the High Priest, Dylan, Cesar, and Lin Feng are only five god-level powerhouses. Does this mean Beirut himself is also going to enter the Necropolis of the Gods?

"You'll have to ask Lin Feng about that." The War God glanced at Lin Feng, clearly indicating that he should explain.

Lin Feng smiled slightly, "Tulilei, my good brother Beibei recently broke through to the God level, and he will also be entering the Necropolis of the Gods with me this time."

Tulilei and Fain were slightly taken aback, then gave a wry smile. Their current feelings were similar to those of Desri back then. They were discouraged by Lin Feng and Beibei.

Like Desri, they were all stuck at the limits of the Saint Realm for thousands of years. They hadn't noticed it before, since none of them had broken through to become gods, and they were all in the same boat, so they were quite content.

Although Cesar broke through the bottleneck and entered the realm of gods decades ago, Cesar was still a figure from the same era as them, having cultivated for more than five years. Cesar's breakthrough would only make them feel some pressure, but not a strong sense of imbalance.

Ten years ago, Lin Feng, whom they considered a junior, suddenly broke through to godhood. Although they were shocked, they could still bear it. After all, they could accept the occasional appearance of a genius whose cultivation speed was fast.

But now another rule-breaker, Beibei, has emerged and achieved godhood in less than fifty years, which they find unacceptable.

Of course, those who can cultivate to the limit of the Saint Realm are all people with strong willpower. Although Tulilei and Fain felt a little stuck in their hearts, they quickly adjusted their mindset and accepted this fact that was hard for them to believe.

The War God's indifferent voice rang out again. "Destroying other countries is a minor matter; I believe you few are perfectly capable of it. With Lin Feng, your forces, plus Tulilei and his Saint Realm experts, destroying the Radiant Church shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"The Radiant Church?" Lin Feng's lips curled into a meaningful smile, then he laughed, "No need to trouble Tulilei, leave the Radiant Church to me. I have some grudges with that Radiant Church, and it's time for a thorough reckoning. I guarantee that the Radiant Church will never exist in Yulan again."

Lin Feng has been a god for decades, yet he has never sought trouble with the Radiant Church. This is not because he has forgotten the revenge for his parents' deaths. It's because Lin Feng has thoroughly read "Coiling Dragon," which has given him a far-sighted perspective in his actions. Moreover, he knows that his parents can be resurrected in the future, so his hatred for the Radiant Church is not as great as that of the Lin Feng in the original story.

Furthermore, after Lin Feng a god, his mindset also changed somewhat. Although the Radiant Church was a behemoth in Yulan, it was not in the eyes of Lin Feng, who was at the god level. Although the Radiant Church would definitely be eradicated, Lin Feng was not in a hurry.

The War God knew that Lin Feng had a grudge against the Radiant Church, which was why he sent Lin Feng to deal with the Radiant Church. Seeing that Lin Feng had agreed, he continued, "As for the direct disciples of my War God Sect, they will go together with the direct disciples of the High Priest to destroy the headquarters of the Dark Church."

Lin Feng had no objection to this allocation, and naturally, the others had even less of an opinion. After all, it didn't concern them much.

"The Eighteen Duchies of the Northern Region and the Holy Union belong to my O'Brien Empire," the War God said calmly.

The War God looked at Lin Feng: "The Luo'ao Empire and the territory of the Far East Prairie belong to your Baruch Empire."

"As for the remaining Dark Alliance and the Rhine Empire, they belong to the Yulan Empire." The High Priest beside him nodded slightly.

"Lin Feng, do you have a problem with this?" The War God and the High Priest both looked at Lin Feng.

Opinions? Lin Feng naturally had none. This distribution was fair to all three empires. However, Lin Feng wanted to tell the War God and the High Priest that when they emerged from the Necropolis of the Gods ten years later, they might find that the empires they protected had long since changed hands. Today's discussion of dividing the world into three kingdoms was meaningless and would only be a joke.

However, since this matter hadn't happened yet, and he hadn't decided whether he and Olivier would breach the Bosha Dam and release a large number of god-level powerhouses, Lin Feng had no choice but to keep his warning to himself.

"No objection, of course I have no objection," Lin Feng said.

According to this allocation, the territory of Yulan is officially divided into three parts. However, whether things will actually develop this way remains to be seen.

The War God nodded in satisfaction. "Lin Feng, as you know, these worldly powers are all meaningless to us; our own cultivation is the most important thing."

Lin Feng nodded noncommittally. Judging from the War God's attitude towards him, he probably didn't know that he was already Midgod.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now," Lin Feng said.

The War God and the High Priest nodded. Lin Feng immediately flew away from there.

Lin Feng did not fly towards Dragonblood Castle, but instead flew north towards the boundless North Sea.