# Chapter 2030: Saint's Consciousness
Lin Feng gazed at the sacred body before him, his heart trembling slightly. This ancient saint's body might indeed contain lingering consciousness. After all, even after his sacred body had been split into five parts, each still suppressed the surrounding areas, preventing the terrifying sound-based killing power from the chanting valley from spreading outward. Without enduring consciousness, such suppression would be impossible.
"This ancient saint must have possessed an incredibly terrifying suppression divine ability when he was alive," Lin Feng murmured to himself. Even with his body disintegrated, such terrifying might remained, showing how formidable this ancient saint must have been in the past. And that demon king bound by chains—if he were to break free, who knew how terrifying he would be. The ancient battle that occurred long ago filled Lin Feng with curiosity.
"Senior, I will send my divine consciousness into your mind. If you still have awareness, please do not blame this junior," Lin Feng murmured softly, unsure if the other could hear him. Then his divine consciousness moved toward the center of the sacred body's brow, entering the other's sea of consciousness.
Suddenly, a terrifying vortex abruptly pulled his divine consciousness in, causing Lin Feng's expression to stiffen. He felt as if his soul was being sucked inside. The terrifying pressure of that consciousness was something he simply could not resist.
"There really is consciousness here." Lin Feng's heart trembled violently. His powerful divine consciousness surged in wildly, transforming into an illusory body.
"Senior." Lin Feng's divine consciousness looked at the faint light ahead. Though extremely tiny, it still radiated a persistent will to suppress the heavens.
"Whoosh..." A sigh suddenly rang out, and then Lin Feng heard a faint voice.
"I thought my body would forever suppress the valley, yet you have brought it out. Little one, you have caused trouble."
Lin Feng's heart trembled slightly. "Senior, were you an ancient saint king of the Qi Tian Holy Dynasty?"
"En, my name is Qin Shan, one of the ancient saints from the past."
"Qin Shan, the ancestor of the Qin Dynasty?" A thought surfaced in Lin Feng's mind, though he wasn't certain. He asked further, "Senior, what exactly is that being bound by chains? Senior sacrificed your life to suppress him in the valley?"
"Sigh... This was a great mistake we made in the past, which led to the fall of many saints. I don't know how many of my companions still survive. As for that being bound by chains, you only need to know that they are extremely dangerous. If we hadn't been greedy back then, this situation would never have occurred. Now, countless years have passed, and the various suppression forces and chains have gradually weakened, while their power is recovering. It likely won't be long before they break free. When that happens, the Qi Tian Holy Dynasty will face utter devastation."
"The Qi Tian Holy Dynasty has long ceased to exist, having split into various imperial dynasties. Now, the Qi Tian Holy Dynasty has become the Qi Tian Holy Capital of the Qingxiao Land."
Lin Feng's words caused the other to fall silent for a moment, then he said, "As expected. I never thought the holy dynasty would split because of our greed. Little one, does the current Qi Tian Holy Capital still have any saint kings?"
"Now in the Qi Tian Holy Capital, the various imperial dynasties are ruled by holy emperors, none of whom are saints. As for whether there are saint king experts, this junior is not certain. But even if there are, there can only be one or two. Otherwise, the various imperial dynasties would not have persistently sought to enter this sealed world for countless years, searching for the relics of their ancestors."
"Disaster. If the heavenly chains shatter, the Qi Tian Holy Capital will likely face an extinction-level catastrophe." Saint King Qin Shan sighed. "Where is this space located?"
"Senior, this is my martial soul world." Lin Feng did not hide this. For an ancient saint with only a wisp of consciousness remaining, there was no need to conceal it. Moreover, this ancient saint's wisp of consciousness could no longer even control his own body.
"Martial soul world." The voice seemed to carry a hint of surprise, then the other continued, "I never thought I would encounter a forbidden body. Little one, I only have this last wisp of thought remaining, and it is very faint, barely enough to maintain eternal existence. Since you possess this talent, I will grant you some fortune. I created the Ancient Desolate Heaven Suppressing Saint Art, which suppresses the three thousand great daos, sweeps away the power of ten thousand methods. There is nothing under heaven that cannot be suppressed. The power of suppression arises formlessly, it is the power of the ancient desolate, having no form, yet able to transform into the form of all things. I will impart to you the essence of this saint art. How much you comprehend will be your fortune."
As his words fell, memories seeped into Lin Feng's divine consciousness. He felt as if he was receiving the essence of the Ancient Desolate Heaven Suppressing Saint Art. The ancient saint directly imparted it, seemingly the only way to truly transmit the essence, allowing him to comprehend it. At this moment, Lin Feng seemed to stand in an ancient desolate world, where there were endless savage beasts, yet the power that suppressed the heavens was something no one could resist. This was the most terrifying offensive saint art, capable of suppressing even the three thousand great daos.
This divine ability technique seemed formless yet also had form. This suppression power was a will, a supreme momentum, yet it could evolve into various forms of power: demonic dragons, giant elephants, mad lions, phoenixes, great rocs, heaven-shaking ancient cauldrons, god-suppressing ancient bells... any form of suppression was possible. It had no fixed form like an ancient cauldron, and could even directly suppress through will.
"If the foundation of the ancient saint's cultivation technique were not directly imparted, it would be difficult to inherit and obtain its true essence," Lin Feng thought to himself. If not for the saint personally transmitting it, he probably would not have had such an experience. That momentum, that pressure, that essence—these were all supreme treasures. No wonder the ancestral saint king of the Holy Spirit Dynasty had told him to contemplate the battle in his memory more; for him, those were priceless treasures.
After a long time, Lin Feng's divine consciousness-formed body opened its eyes and asked the point of light, "Senior, are the techniques and divine abilities of saints one and the same?"
"Ancient saints have transcended the mortal to become saints. They cast aside everything from the past, gather the great achievements of heaven and earth, create their own power, and achieve the supreme divine ability technique that suppresses the three thousand great daos. The technique is the divine ability. This is what truly makes a peerless king. How else could one be called a saint? In the future, if you wish to step into the saint rank, you must also cast aside everything and create your own power that transcends the great dao."
"Thank you for your guidance, senior. What must I do to help you recover?" Lin Feng asked with gratitude.
"A saint's flesh will not decay as long as their spirit is not extinguished. But I don't even have a spirit now, only a remnant consciousness that hasn't dispersed. Throughout the Nine Heavens, unless a heaven-defying divine medicine appears, I cannot recover. Your kind intention is enough. I hope that when you stand tall over heaven and earth in the future, if the Qi Tian Holy Capital faces extinction, you will extend a helping hand. The holy dynasty was dissolved because of us ancient saints. I do not wish to see it completely disappear."
"This junior will remember," Lin Feng replied. A heaven-defying divine medicine—did such a thing truly exist in the world?
"Also, if you face a life-threatening crisis, you may borrow my body. I will let you take control. But such opportunities will be few, or else I will completely dissipate," the saint said softly. Though only a wisp of consciousness remained, the saint still did not wish to vanish forever. Though he knew recovery was impossible, he still held a faint delusion. Such is human nature; even saints cannot transcend life and death.
"Unless facing mortal danger, this junior will never use senior's sacred body," Lin Feng said respectfully. The saint sighed and expelled his divine consciousness. Lin Feng's true body opened its eyes, looking at the sacred body before him, feeling as if he had been dreaming.
"I never thought that by obtaining the saint's body, I would also gain such a fortune," Lin Feng murmured to himself. Then he left his martial soul world, his form descending into the void as he stepped forward.
"With my current strength, obtaining a so-called heaven-defying divine medicine is completely impossible. I wonder if the Qin Dynasty can get it," Lin Feng thought, somewhat frustrated. He had inherited the legacy of the Qin Dynasty's ancestor, which was a kind of fate, and he naturally hoped to maintain a good relationship with the Qin Dynasty. However, the Qin Crown Prince had pursued him into the chanting valley and was killed by the sound waves. Ji Shang and the He family members had witnessed this. If the Qin Dynasty learned of it, they would likely think he had caused the Crown Prince's death. This was quite troubling.
Lin Feng continued traveling forward, and finally, many figures appeared ahead. Ji Shang was startled to see Lin Feng appear—Lin Feng was still alive. Such sound wave power had not been able to kill him.
The Holy Emperor of the Tianci Dynasty flashed over and instantly appeared before Lin Feng. "Lin Feng, you're still alive."
Lin Feng felt a bit confused, but seeing Ji Shang's side, he guessed the reason and nodded. "I was lucky."
"Lin Feng." At this moment, waves of cold killing intent spread out. Several powerful auras surged over as several people simultaneously appeared before Lin Feng.
"Tianci Holy Emperor, Lin Feng stole the body of our Qin Dynasty's ancestor, lured our dynasty's crown prince in pursuit, and caused the crown prince's tragic death. I implore the Holy Emperor to hand Lin Feng over to our Qin Dynasty for punishment," a strong expert from the Qin Dynasty said coldly, his eyes fixed on Lin Feng.
"It's perfectly normal to compete for treasures in a secret realm. Your Qin Crown Prince died in the valley—what does that have to do with Lin Feng? Do not mention this matter again," the Tianci Holy Emperor said coldly.
Lin Feng looked at the other party. "The Qin Crown Prince could not take that body, so I took it. As for the Crown Prince chasing me into the valley and being killed by the sound-based killing force, I, Lin Feng, am willing to apologize for this matter. But that giant foot—I cannot give it up. If there is an opportunity in the future, I am willing to compensate the Qin Dynasty. I hope the Qin Dynasty can understand."
After all, Lin Feng had inherited the legacy of their ancestor and did not wish to have a strained relationship with them. He could not help the saint recover, but if he had the chance to help the Qin Dynasty, he would do so without hesitation, as a way to repay the saint's kindness.
However, the other party clearly did not understand Lin Feng's intentions. "Come with us. That will be your compensation to our Qin Dynasty," he said coldly.
"Lin Feng, do not agree. They want your body," the Tianci Holy Emperor said to Lin Feng, causing Lin Feng's pupils to contract. They wanted his body?
"Hmph, Tianci Holy Emperor, this was personally spoken by the ancient saint. Are you going to defy the saint's will?" the other said coldly, pressing aggressively.
"The saint's will?"
"Nonsense. That Heavenly Soul Saint—my Tianci Dynasty does not acknowledge him as an ancient saint. Who knows if he's real or fake," the Tianci Holy Emperor said coldly. "A fake saint, and you still flatter him so much. You want to use Lin Feng's body as a furnace. Don't forget about the Ten-Absolute Old Man. Can you bear his wrath?"
The Tianci Holy Emperor understood that the other party was using the saint's authority to pressure him. No one would truly acknowledge that so-called saint, but the meaning was different. If a saint appeared in an imperial dynasty and was controlled by that dynasty, wouldn't everything belonging to the saint be obtained by the dynasty that acquired the ancient saint?
Lin Feng's eyes flashed with cold light. He hadn't expected them to want him to become a furnace for the Heavenly Soul Saint. In that case, Qin Shan was Qin Shan, and the Qin Dynasty was the Qin Dynasty. There was no need for him to keep thinking about them anymore!