Chapter 352: Cultivation Era

Because Yu Lin this time completely broke the usual pattern, he literally flipped the table and forced the concept of cultivation into the awareness of people worldwide.

Add to that the super‑Buff of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi density doubled, and the development completely veered off its original track.

The nation's top server summoned senior officials for an emergency meeting overnight, and the tea cups were refilled countless times.

Seeing that dawn was about to break outside the window, finally, he made a decisive decision, exclaiming grandly:

"What are we still hiding? I, Yu Lin, have already slapped the answer onto my face! Keep up with the pace, announce it to the whole world! Our Xia Guo will lead the new era!"

Thus, the 'Cultivation Era', which might have taken years or even decades of groundwork to gradually unveil, was, thanks to Yu Lin's divine assist, catapulted past all prerequisite tasks into a brand‑new version that sparked nationwide debate and received official endorsement!

But, knowing about cultivation is one thing; being able to cultivate is another.

It's like everyone knows the principle of the atomic bomb, which is publicly available, yet the nations that can actually build one are few.

Now various absurd situations have emerged:

Someone's medical exam revealed they possessed an excellent Chain Qi Talent; thrilled, they downloaded the 'Fundamentals of Chain Qi Outline' overnight, only to open it and find—every character recognized, but strung together like a celestial script; their comprehension was almost nonexistent, utterly incomprehensible!

Someone with exceptional comprehension could discuss the technique fluently, cite classics, and even write several insightful papers, yet they could not sense any Qi at all, stuck at the threshold of 'drawing Qi into the body', only sighing at the elusive Qi.

Someone who could sense Qi and understand the technique enthusiastically refined all night, only to calculate that their cultivation efficiency meant it would take sixty years to draw Qi into the body!

Finally sighing, "Now it's truly thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; don't mock the old poor people!"

Straight away, give up!

With all these bizarre situations piling up, the proportion of those who truly manage to step onto the path of cultivation is not as exaggerated as imagined.

Geniuses are few; the ordinary are the masses.

Although the state responded swiftly, the hastily built cultivation academies ended up with only the first and second academies fully enrolling thousands of students, while the other academies unfortunately faced the embarrassment of vacant seats.

Yet even so, the situation is far better than before!

Ordinary people are finally no longer limited to the minuscule chance of the Heavenly Authority mutation to reach the extraordinary, and many cultivation talents previously hidden among the masses have been unearthed as key seedlings for state cultivation.

The whole Xia Guo displays a flourishing, thriving upward momentum.

Some are joyful, some are sorrowful.

Xia Guo is bustling, making America across the ocean utterly envious.

Their mainstream Heaven cultivation system and Knight cultivation path both rely on Holy Power as the core force.

And this Holy Power, after Yu Lin's prior cleansing of the church and reshaping of the rules, has become extremely 'picky'—only those who truly harbor benevolent thoughts and consistently practice good deeds can steadily obtain it.

This creates an awkward situation: even if they now lift cultivation restrictions, they cannot scale cultivation as massively as Xia Guo does.

Helpless, they can only grit their teeth, offer sky‑high salaries, and scramble to poach talent from Xia Guo, attempting to import the Chain Qi Method.

Other countries are much the same; although each has some ancestral or newly discovered unique cultivation systems, the world is now caught in a feverish pursuit of cultivation itself.

After all, Xia Guo's Chain Qi Cultivation has the lowest floor and the highest ceiling among all cultivation paths, already being superb.

And the mastermind behind all these shifting winds—Yu Lin.

At this moment, he lounges leisurely on a private beach chair somewhere on the Mediterranean Sea, lazily basking in the sun, as if the world's raging storms have nothing to do with him.

On the adjacent chair lies a blond‑haired, blue‑eyed, model‑like, dazzlingly handsome Western man—the Lord of Hell, Satan.

Several curvaceous, beautiful succubi are carefully applying sunscreen to him, providing attentive service.

Satan squints comfortably, turns his head, and says to Yu Lin, "Yu Lin, in two days our Hell will set up a Duel arena to select a New King, who will thereafter be in charge of managing the liaison between Hell and the Underworld."

"How about it, interested in coming to see?"

Yu Lin, hearing this, opened his eyes, his gaze behind the sunglasses tinged with a hint of interest.

He yawned and replied offhand:

"Sounds interesting. Fine, I'll come join the fun then."

Hearing his eager acceptance, Satan's handsome smile broadened even more:

"Then it's settled!"

"When the time comes, I'll pick you up personally; you must wait for me, don't..."

Before the words finished, he saw Yu Lin beside him suddenly sit upright, tilt his head as if listening to a sound only he could hear, and whisper a few replies:

"Hm? Found the Yangzhou Cauldron... alright, I'm heading over now."

The next second, Yu Lin stood up smoothly, his movement as natural as if he were merely going to fetch a drink.

He casually grabbed the coat draped over the chair back, waved at Satan nonchalantly, and said lightly:

"Got a bit urgent matter, gotta go first; see you in two days, ha."

"Bye."

"Bye" lingered in the air, and his whole figure vanished as if erased by an eraser, without a trace—no Spatial Fluctuation remained.

Satan's outstretched hand froze mid‑air, his enthusiastic smile instantly solidified, his handsome face visibly collapsing, and he stared speechlessly toward Yu Lin's vanished direction:

"………………"

He sulked, withdrew his hand, and muttered irritably:

"Damn guy... not even waiting for me to finish speaking..."

However, this little incident clearly doesn't affect Satan's vacation mood.

He shook his head helplessly, lazily reclined back onto the comfortable beach chair, and readjusted his position.

"Forget it..." he sighed comfortably, feeling the sun and sea breeze, a slight smile curling his lips:

"Occasionally borrowing this guy's name to vacation here in Xia Guo... that's rather pleasant!"

"In a few days, the Heavenly Court's Peach of Immortality banquet..........."