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Near the thatched hut was a stream and fog, blotting out the sky. Lin Feng and the old man were on both sides of the table, playing chess. Ancestor Kong stroked his beard. He looked like a celestial being.
Lin Feng was seated opposite the old man in his dark robe. His long hair was hanging over his shoulders. He looked like a crazy demon.
One looked righteous, the other looked demonic. They kept moving their pieces. Lin Feng was focused and nothing distracted him. The old man was extremely happy. Sometimes, he frowned and stroked his beard more intensely.
Lin Feng didn’t know how long they played. He saw some stars, and realized it was nighttime. The sky was changing.
“The Great Tao is like an iceberg floating on an ocean. It is unconcerned with trivialities. And when it melts, it is not gone; it is always there, just in another form.
“The small Tao is like fire in a pot when you concoct medicine; breaking the pot doesn’t make it disappear, it just changes its shape.
“Little boy, the difference with the chiliocosm of the Great Tao is extremely subtle and simple.
“There are all sorts of small Dao. You control hundreds of Dao strengths. But it’s exhausting, and troublesome, too.
“The Great Tao is about cultivating your heart, your perception of things, the movements and evolutions of things. The small Tao is about cultivating your body, the ten thousand things of creation, and consolidating your cultivation,” explained Ancestor Kong while moving pieces.
Lin Feng listened carefully. Each time he moved a piece, he had the impression he was moving a whole world as the area around the pieces distorted.
Time passed. They played for a long time. Lin Feng noticed that things changed around them. When he had arrived, the sun was radiant and enchanting, the moonlight illuminated them during warm nights, now the leaves were dead, and the autumn wind was soughing.
The seasons were changing. Lin Feng hadn’t seen seasonal changes for a long time; he didn’t even know there were seasons in the Continent of the Gods!
“I lost!” sighed Ancestor Kong, hammering the table. He had lost. He had lost against a child who was only a few hundred years old. He wasn’t angry, however; he just felt old.
“Little boy, I have recruited seven disciples in my life. All of them have extraordinary abilities. Most of them have already left this world. They went to the biggest world.
“That world is called Gods Country. Maybe you’ve heard of it, but you don’t know where it is, right? Actually, you don’t need to look for it; when you’re strong enough, you’ll find a way to go.
“My seven disciples are all different. My great disciple is called Cang Ming Shi, my second disciple is called Mo Lun Hui, my third disciple is called Dong Guo Lang.
“You know my fourth disciple. He saw you grow up; it’s Mister Time, who you met in the Continent of the Nine Clouds. Back in the days, he gave up fifty percent of his strength and half of his forbidden body to you; he kind of gave up his future for you. So always be kind to him.
“Even though I resurrected you, I couldn’t do so at your original strength. Even though I am a supreme god and I have transcended worldliness, I am a supreme god who’s in charge of protecting the rules of the earth and the sky. I can’t go against the rules of this world,” said Ancestor Kong. He looked serious.
When Lin Feng heard that, he was startled. Mister Time’s behavior had often been strange, but he had actually helped him a lot.
He had even recruited Lin Qiong Sheng and Lin Zhe Tian as disciples. At the beginning, Lin Feng had once thought that Mister Time had recruited his two sons as disciples to threaten him. He had been extremely wrong.
“I will always remember that, Master,” said Lin Feng, bowing hand over fist sincerely.
Among Ancestor Kong’s disciples, Mister Time was the weakest one. He had no future. That was also one of the reasons why he had settled in the East, because he had no hope. But he didn’t hate Lin Feng, he was happy to have done all that for him.
He had given up half of his forbidden body and half of his strength for Lin Feng; anyone would have been sad and depressed, but Mister Time wasn’t. It was what could be expected from Ancestor Kong’s disciples.
“My fifth disciple is called Zhi Ze Chen, my sixth one is Xuan Yuan the Demon Emperor. Xuan Yuan is one of my weakest disciples too; he has the strength of the eighth Godly Emperor Layer, but the others, apart from Mister Time, all have the strength of the ninth Godly Emperor Layer, and they’re already in Gods Country.
“Regarding my last disciple, I wanted him to spend time with you. His name is Xu Gan; he’s not extremely strong, he only has the strength of the second Godly Emperor Layer, but he is very smart and he’s very good at plotting.
“The reason why you died this time is that you didn’t have someone who could help you in a timely manner. With Xu Gan along, you’ll have it much easier,” said Ancestor Kong.
He raised his finger, and a pretty and charming man with a feather fan and a silk kerchief appeared at the top of the mountain, waving at Lin Feng. It was Xu Gan.
Lin Feng was touched and moved. Ancestor Kong was really kind to him. He placed high hopes on Lin Feng.
“Little boy, is there anything else I can help you with?” asked Ancestor Kong. Xu Gan disappeared from the top of the mountain.
Lin Feng looked at the old man again.
“Master, you are heavenly omniscient; are you the only supreme god?” Lin Feng asked carefully. He didn’t want to offend the old man with awkward questions, but the old man didn’t mind. No matter what, the old man seemed to be smiling all the time. He was extremely kind.
“Of course not, but in the Continent of the Gods, there are no supreme gods. The strongest cultivators are Tian Di the Celestial Emperor and Xuan Yuan the Demon Emperor. If Tian Di the Celestial Emperor’s father hadn’t died, he would be the strongest person.
“But in Gods Country, someone like me is a just a middle-level supreme god. Supreme Gods are divided into low-level Supreme Gods, middle-level Supreme Gods and high-level Supreme Gods; high-level Supreme Gods are almighty in Gods Country.
“According to the hierarchy of Gods Country, low-level Supreme Gods are Generals, middle-level Supreme Gods are Marshals, and high-level Supreme Gods are state leaders. There are seven high-level Supreme Gods.
“But low-level Supreme Gods are numerous. However, there are trillions of inhabitants in Gods Country, and not everybody is that strong. There are cultivators of the Huang Qi layer, of the Zun Qi layer, and there are High-Level Holy Emperors, Holy Spirit Emperors, and Godly Emperors,” explained Ancestor Kong.
Lin Feng understood that there were indeed people stronger than Godly Emperors. In that mysterious country, Gods Country, there were seven high-level Supreme Gods.
“By the way, little boy, there is someone you know very well here. Do you want to see them?”
Lin Feng was pensive when Ancestor Kong interrupted him in his thoughts. He raised his head and looked at the old man, who was chortling. Someone he knew really well? Who?
Ancestor Kong just laughed. He stood up and walked away like an ordinary old man with his hands clasped behind his back. Lin Feng stood up and followed him.
After a few minutes, they arrived in front of a cave.