After a long while, Zhao Ji felt his entire body become clear and at ease, an unprecedented sense of lightness flowing through him.
He opened his eyes to find Lin Lingsu looking utterly exhausted, drenched in sweat. Zhao Ji hurriedly rose and helped him sit down to one side.
"Truly, you have labored greatly, my dear minister."
"Thank Your Majesty for your concern. This humble Taoist has fortunately fulfilled his duty and planted the foundation of longevity for Your Majesty." Lin Lingsu made a formal Taoist salute.
"Once Your Majesty cultivates with dedication in the future, you will be able to attain the Dao, ascend, and return to the Heavenly Realm."
"And in what year and month might that be achieved?" Zhao Ji asked.
"At best, thirty to fifty years; at worst, three to five hundred years are possible." Lin Lingsu calculated earnestly before replying.
"It requires such a long time? Is there any other method that can help Us attain the Dao?" Disappointment showed on Zhao Ji's face as he pressed on.
"There naturally is." Lin Lingsu nodded. "Your Majesty descended into the mortal world this time to save the world.
"If Your Majesty can gather the hearts and fortune of all under heaven, you may cultivate by borrowing the strength of the myriad people. That way, you can achieve a hundredfold result with half the effort."
"And how should this method be carried out?"
"Your Majesty need only establish a sect, become its Heavenly Master, and spread its teachings throughout the world. Once you receive the worship of the myriad people, your progress will naturally be swift." Lin Lingsu said.
"If that is so, then make haste and oversee it. Once We take command of this great faith and win the hearts of the myriad people, it will