Plop...

Around twenty men dressed in black clothing, with black wings, knelt on one knee around the mountain peaks. Even the two four-winged experts knelt on one knee, respectfully saying in unison, "Welcome Ninth Prince from seclusion."

"Congratulations to the Ninth Prince for acquiring the Ghostly Compassionate Netherfire."

"Haha, rise now."

The Ninth Prince laughed, his handsome face showing extreme aloofness, and his dark golden eyes emitted a sharp light.

"Ninth Prince, have you really acquired the Ghostly Compassionate Netherfire?"

A man with four wings behind him stood up and cautiously asked.

The Ninth Prince didn't speak. He stretched out his right palm, and a searing flame suddenly appeared in his palm. The flame's color was like black and also like cyan, possessing a soul-attracting charm, exuding a power that made one's heart palpitate.

"It really is the Ghostly Compassionate Netherfire."

The four-winged man exclaimed excitedly, "With the Ghostly Compassionate Netherfire, the Ninth Prince is poised to claim the leader's position soon."

"I've only subdued it, but I haven't refined it yet, so I can't use its full power." The Ninth Prince shook his head and said lightly.

For the past two years, he suffered greatly for this Ghostly Compassionate Netherfire in his palm, nearly perishing in that perilous land.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Sounds of something cutting through the air came from afar.

The members of the Fallen Angel Sect, dressed in black clothing on the mountain peaks, all showed serious expressions, gazing into the distance.

"Damn it, that old guy actually came." The Ninth Prince gritted his teeth, a sharp light in his eyes.

"Ninth Prince, we haven't seen each other in a long time."

A cluster of white light appeared before the Ninth Prince and the others. Standing in the air was an old man with kind eyes and a pure aura, extending four pure white wings behind him.

"Main Angel Leader, Dev. I have no mood for catching up with you, and seeing you makes me uncomfortable. If you don't leave now, be prepared to fall here today."

The Ninth Prince cast a ruthless gaze at the old man. "Ninth Prince, I only want what you have acquired. If you're willing to hand it over, I am not keen to see any deaths," the old man with white hair said with a smile, looking harmless to all.

"Oh? Zhen Yuanzi."

Lin Mo's face faintly showed a hint of excitement, "Have you come out of seclusion?"

From within the ring, a black fog spewed out, transforming into an immortal figure, none other than Zhen Yuanzi.

Wearing a Daoist robe, his long hair shimmered like black jade, his aura seemed a bit more powerful.

"Yes, I've been in seclusion for three years, and my strength has improved somewhat." Zhen Yuanzi cupped his hands, showing a slight respect.

"That's good news."

Lin Mo smiled slightly, then suddenly realized something, his face changing slightly, "You've been secluded for three years, does that mean I've been here for three whole years?"

Three years is a short time for cultivators, where a single retreat in the cultivation world could last hundreds of years, but for ordinary people, three years is not a brief period.

"I wonder where Yingzi is now? Could she come to the Fourth Region to find me?"

"Meng Die has been unable to contact me for three years, she must be very worried."

"Sima Zining is in the army..."

"The key issue is the auction, in three years, the advanced auction has likely already passed."

Thinking of this, Lin Mo clenched his fists, his face scrunching up, realizing he had spent three whole years here for the Demon Cold Flame, wishing he had taken care of other matters before seeking the Demon Cold Flame if he had known it would take so long.

"Mr. Lin, regretting now is of no use, it's better to leave first."

Zhen Yuanzi advised.

"Yes."

Lin Mo nodded, then looked at Zhen Yuanzi, "By the way, I once promised you to find a body for you. If there is a suitable body..."

"Mr. Lin."

Zhen Yuanzi suddenly interrupted Lin Mo.

"What's the matter?"

Lin Mo asked with a smile.

Zhen Yuanzi had been trapped in the Hell Tower for thousands of years, his body long gone, surviving only through soul cultivation to reach his current level. Though possessing Golden Core Stage cultivation, lacking a physical body made him weaker than ordinary Golden Core Stage cultivators.

"I'm willing to follow by your side, Mr. Lin, and as for finding a body, I'll not consider it for now." Zhen Yuanzi bowed his head respectfully.

"Oh?"

Lin Mo furrowed his sword-like brows.

"I know Mr. Lin is not an ordinary person; you are like a latent dragon in the abyss. Given a broader world, you will surely break out and achieve great ambitions... So, I wish to stay by your side." Zhen Yuanzi spoke slowly, genuinely and sincerely.

Lin Mo was stunned for a moment.

Zhen Yuanzi had been tricked once by Lin Mo in the Prison Tower and unwillingly enslaved by him. However, Lin Mo had promised to find him a body and release him.

Yet, over the years, witnessing Lin Mo's growth and potential, and having gained significant benefits from him, Zhen Yuanzi couldn't imagine leaving such a worthy master.

He believed that following Lin Mo would inevitably lead to substantial accomplishments in the future.

"Alright, since you don't wish to acquire a body now, I won't force you. If you wish to leave, you can do so at any time." Lin Mo said helplessly.

With his current strength, even ordinary Golden Core Stage cultivators are not a threat to him, and he doesn't need Zhen Yuanzi's help, nor is he afraid of his revenge.

"There's one more question I want to ask you, when you formed the Golden Core, did you receive the Law's recognition?"

Lin Mo asked.

This had always been a puzzling question for him. The Golden Core cultivators he had encountered over the years, though they had condensed a Golden Core, hadn't received the Law's recognition.

"Law's recognition? I'm not sure what you mean, Mr. Lin?" Zhen Yuanzi looked confused, besides, Lin Mo knew he wasn't lying due to their Soul Contract.

"Strange, is it impossible to receive the Law's recognition when breaking through to the Golden Core Stage on Earth?"

Lin Mo furrowed his sword-like brows slightly.

His mind was filled with confusion, but Lin Mo really couldn't figure it out. Could it be the past depletion of Spiritual Energy on Earth causing this situation?

Upon reaching the Golden Core Stage, one condenses their Golden Core, begins to condense their own Dao, and receives the Earth and Heaven's recognition, allowing them to unleash the true power of magic.

"Earth is full of strange and confusing places, but with my current strength, I probably can't investigate."

Lin Mo shook his head internally, deciding not to think about it for now.

"Zhen Yuanzi, rest for now. I'll begin cultivating."

"Yes, Mr. Lin."

After speaking, Zhen Yuanzi once again turned into a black fog and entered the Space Ring.

Lin Mo sat cross-legged on a lotus pedestal, closing his eyes, entering the Divine Sea.

"Huh!"

The Divine Sea is in the mind, the space where the soul resides, where the soul grows and breeds. Lin Mo's soul was previously solidified, like a dagger, capable of performing soul attacks.

But at this moment, in the boundless, dark Divine Sea, the soul transformed into a monstrous flame, like a fleeting flower, emitting a ghostly cold blue light, slowly burning, releasing endless cold energy.

The soul had unexpectedly merged with the Demon Cold Flame, the soul was the Demon Cold Flame, and the Demon Cold Flame was the soul.

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