A few white clouds drifted slowly across the high sky, each one containing abundant primordial energy, as if it could descend at any moment and transform into a spiritual rain.
There are no traces of war, no depletion of resources, no family divisions, and no class oppression.
Everything was so orderly, so stable, so prosperous.
“This is the Twenty-Sixth Heaven”
Ling Xiyue stepped out from behind David, her icy blue eyes staring blankly at the unbelievable world before her, her voice carrying a hint of unreality, “How can it be so beautiful?”
Jiang Xuelan stood on the other side, her plain white dress fluttering gently in the breeze of the Twenty-Sixth Heaven.
She didn’t speak, but simply frowned slightly and surveyed her surroundings.
There was an inexplicable wariness in his eyes, as if he had sensed something was wrong, but couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
The remnant wind and the cripple stood on opposite sides, silent as ever.
The two men had already placed their hands on the weapons at their waists, their sharp eyes scanning the surrounding clouds, mountains, and sky, ready to deal with any unexpected situation at any time.
David’s gaze stretched to the far distance, landing on the most majestic suspended immortal mountain.
That immortal mountain was taller than all other peaks, its entire body shimmering with silvery-white divine light, and a magnificent celestial palace stood atop it.
A huge mirror with divine patterns hangs above the dome of the Heavenly Palace. Within the mirror, the landscape, sect distribution, and the fortune of heaven and earth of the entire twenty-six heavens are faintly reflected.
That was some kind of extremely high-level Heavenly Dao monitoring artifact, far surpassing the foundation of any aristocratic family in the Twenty-Five Heavens.
“It’s so clean.”
Jiang Xuelan finally spoke, her voice light and low, “It’s so clean it makes people uncomfortable.”
Ling Xiyue turned to look at her: “Sister Xuelan, do you feel the same way?”
“Um.”
Jiang Xuelan nodded slightly, her gaze falling on the foot of a distant, sacred mountain.
There were dozens of cultivators working in the fields. Their faces were calm, their breathing steady, and their movements were uniform, like gears calibrated by some invisible force, precisely fulfilling their respective duties.
“Look at those cultivators. The fluctuations of their spiritual energy are very calm, too calm.”
There was no vigilance, no wariness, no extraneous thoughts. But cultivation is inherently a struggle against fate; how could one be so calm?
David withdrew his gaze and said in a steady voice, “Because this world is suppressing their individuality.”
Their cultivation paths, the flow of spiritual energy, and even their emotional fluctuations have all been calibrated by some higher-level law.
“Please carefully sense the Daoist aura emanating from them. Do you notice anything?”
Ling Xiyue focused her attention and examined the situation carefully. After a moment, she was slightly surprised: “Their Dao foundations seem to be covered by the same Dao aura.”
The trajectories of their meridian circulation are almost identical, and even the rhythms of their spirits are remarkably similar.
They looked more like a mass-produced group of monks than individuals cultivating independently.
“The orthodox foundation of Taoism”.
David uttered four words calmly, “There is a ‘traditional cultivation system’ that has been forcibly promoted in this world, and all cultivators must cultivate according to this system. If they deviate from it, they will be regarded as heretics.”
As he said this, the incomplete information he had obtained from the fragments of the Orderer’s soul in the Twenty-Fifth Heaven had already surfaced in his mind.
The Twenty-Sixth Heaven is a middle-level orthodox cage where all cultivators are branded with the orthodox Dao foundation from birth, and their cultivation paths are strictly limited, generation after generation, like domesticated livestock.
Jiang Xuelan’s eyes narrowed slightly: “So what do we do now? Take action directly?”
No rush.
David shook his head, his voice low, “The completeness of the laws of this world far surpasses that of the Twenty-Five Heavens. The world itself possesses extremely strong detection and suppression capabilities.”
If we rashly unleash our cultivation, we’ll be instantly locked onto. We need to understand the rules first before deciding how to fight.
He closed his eyes, and his senses unfolded like a tidal wave.
He compressed and sealed the primordial chaos and nuclear imprint deep within his dantian, covering them with a layer of Dao primordial aura as a disguise, and then with a layer of gentle Dao rhyme of the Myriad Tide Heart Imprint. Finally, he used the spatial Dao principles of the fragments of the Heavenly Spirit Pivot to completely isolate them from the bottom of his soul.
The entire disguise was like sinking a scorching hot iron ball into an ancient, icy pool; from the outside, no abnormality could be detected.
A moment later, he opened his eyes: “Alright. Now, in my perception of the laws of heaven and earth, I am just an ordinary cultivator, with a stable foundation, ordinary spiritual power, and no threat whatsoever.”