A Man Like None Other Chapter 7114 Primordial Dao Ruins
Take your time.
Chen Ping remained calm and composed, neither arrogant nor impatient. “First, establish a foothold; then, comprehend the Dao; and finally, find a way to break the deadlock.”
He concealed his aura, still suppressing his cultivation level at the first rank of Immortal Lord, hiding the origin of chaos and the aura of supreme treasures deep within his soul.
He remained unassuming and unassuming, transforming himself into an ordinary, low-level cultivator, and slowly stepped into this brand new world.
The earth beneath our feet is rich in spiritual energy, and every inch of soil contains a rich, primal Daoist charm. Stepping on it brings peace to the soul and nourishes the foundation of one’s Dao.
After traveling a hundred miles, a simple and magnificent ancient city of a sect comes into view.
The city was built against the mountain and stretched for thousands of miles. The city walls were made of ancient spiritual jade and were covered with the marks of time. Cultivators came and went in the city.
The Daoist arts are complex and diverse, with swordsmen, alchemists, array cultivators, and body cultivators each following their own path. There is no unified divine light of order, nor strict hierarchical control, but there is a set of rules that allow for balanced operation.
Above the city gate plaque, the ancient characters are vigorous and powerful, engraved with the three large characters “Wandao City”.
This place is actually a neutral gathering place of all paths in the Twenty-Seventh Heaven, accepting cultivators from all directions and embracing all kinds of cultivation paths.
Chen Ping’s eyes brightened slightly, and he understood.
The more a place is where all paths converge and all schools of thought coexist, the easier it is to find the truth of the origin of the Way of Heaven and the easier it is to find the way to break the imprint of order.
The wind in Wandao City is truly free.
On his first day in the city, Chen Ping was so moved that he almost cried on the spot.
If he were in the Twenty-Sixth Heaven, would he dare to casually release a trace of the Chaos Origin?
The next second, the laws of the entire world would lock his meridians, and the pressure of the Heavenly Dao would crush him layer by layer, making even breathing difficult.
But in the twenty-seventh heaven, he secretly loosened a sliver of the seal, and the dark gray chaotic Daoist energy swirled around his fingertips, drifting and roaming freely.
They ignored the heavens above and the earth beneath their feet, and even passing cultivators didn’t bother to lift their eyelids.
There was no divine light of order to lock the foundation of the Dao, no imprint of the Heavenly Dao to suppress rebellious cultivation, and no targeted confinement anytime and anywhere.
Chen Ping stood on the bustling street, took a deep breath of spiritual energy, and felt so comfortable that his whole body felt itchy.
“This is what it means to live a normal life.”
He sighed sincerely, finally letting go of the pent-up frustration that had been building up in the Twenty-Six Heavens for months.
Over the next ten days, he remained calm and composed, establishing three simple and direct principles for lying low.
First, never reveal our top-tier combat strength.
Secondly, the main focus is on slacking off, with cultivation as a secondary activity, while also gathering information about the Dao Ruins.