In a few days, Lin Jing's avatars were heading to the Bodhi Temple.
The avatars traveled with extraordinary arrogance.
Though not as awe-inspiring as a boat pulled by nine dragons, flying on trees was still exceptionally rare.
A pine tree stretched across the clouds, with Lin Jing sitting cross-legged on it, and the pine tree by his shoulder was in control of everything.
"Demon Court Saint Child..."
"He's still in the Western Desert!"
"He's got the Golden Light Gu, does the Western Desert have something else he needs? Where is he going?"
Lin Jing's appearance drew the attention of most cultivators in the Western Desert. Now, because the Dragon Carp single-handedly defeated the Sun Temple's Buddha Child, Lin Jing's name became prominent once again.
Coupled with the feat of reviving the demon race, his reputation at one point rivaled that of Prince Gu and a few other top prodigies.
"That direction, it's the Bodhi Temple..."
