But David noticed that his right hand was trembling slightly, and a trace of blood was seeping from under his fingernails.
The last vestige of sharpness in his eyes had been mostly worn away.
David withdrew his gaze, a chill creeping up his heart.
He turned and walked toward his stone house, his steps steady, his breath restrained, and his face calm.
But deep within his dantian, the primordial chaos was pulsating slowly and powerfully, like a giant beast slowly awakening in the abyss, patiently waiting for the moment it would break free of its cage.
He sat down in the stone house, closed his eyes, and began to unravel the rules and patterns of this world.
There are over 30,000 outer disciples and over 300 cultivators awaiting further investigation.
The nine orthodox sects are headed by the Tian Shu sect, with the other eight sects distributed throughout the twenty-six heavens.
The Border Patrol Bureau has branches throughout the entire territory, and the Border Patrol Palace is located at the top of the main peak of the Tian Shu Sect, making it the core of power in the entire world.
The Chief of the Border Patrol Division, Si Hengxuan, never appeared in person, but his power of order enveloped the entire Twenty-Six Heavens.
This world has a complete system of laws, a strict hierarchical system, a tight monitoring network, and a powerful suppressive force.
But David had already found an extremely narrow but potentially fatal breakthrough on the very first day—this place’s greatest weakness was precisely its greatest advantage.
It’s too perfect.
It is so perfect that it does not allow any deviation, so perfect that it cannot tolerate any heresy, so perfect that every cultivator must be “produced” according to the same assembly line.
Such perfection is itself the biggest flaw.
Because if someone breaks this production line, the entire system will fall into chaos because it cannot handle the “error”.
The first thing David needed to do was to find that “error”.
He quietly meditated in the stone house, waiting for night to fall.
As night fell, the lights in the outer gate of the dojo gradually went out, and the observation area returned to silence.
David quietly left the stone house, using the principles of space to fold his body into the void, like a shadow wandering between reality and nothingness, silently passing through the barrier of the observation area.
He has a clear goal.
The stone house number seventy-three during the day.
As he quietly landed outside the window of the stone house, he heard extremely faint breathing sounds coming from inside.
The breathing was very irregular, sometimes rapid, sometimes slow, mixed with suppressed sobs and intermittent mutterings.
“Hold on just one more month as long as we can get through one month”
David extended his divine sense and clearly perceived the situation inside the stone house.
The young man was curled up in the corner of the bed, his knees drawn up to his chest, his shoulders trembling slightly.
The right arm, which had been “coached” during the day, was wrapped in a rough strip of cloth, with a trace of blood seeping from underneath.
His spiritual energy flow was extremely chaotic, clearly indicating that his original foundation had been forcibly disrupted during the daytime “tutoring,” and he had been forcibly infused with the operating path of orthodox Taoist methods.
However, his Dao fundamentally resisted this correction, and the two forces clashed fiercely within his body, causing him immense pain.
David stood outside the window for a moment, but ultimately did not push the door open to go in.
He condensed an extremely faint wisp of chaotic essence from his fingertips and precisely sent it into the stone house using the principles of space. It silently entered the young man’s meridians, like a gentle hand, gently smoothing out the two conflicting forces within his body.
The young man’s trembling gradually subsided.
His heavy breathing became steady and long, his tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and he finally fell into a deep sleep.
David withdrew his hand, turned around, and disappeared into the night.
That night, he did three things.
The first thing was to secretly soothe the damage to the Dao foundation of the seven cultivators under investigation caused by the “guidance” using the Chaos Origin.
Secondly, they figured out the patrol routes and shift change patterns of the outer gate guards.
The third thing was that in a corner of the outer gate’s scripture pavilion, they found a young man who had also been judged as a “heretic” and was waiting for a “review”.
The young man’s name is Ye Qing.
David briefly exchanged a glance with him in the dim candlelight of the Sutra Repository.
Ye Qing’s eyes were exceptionally clear, a stark contrast to the apathetic cultivators around him.
His face was pale, his breathing was disordered, and the faint silver orthodox shackles were visible on his right wrist, clearly indicating that his cultivation was being suppressed by the restrictions of the Border Patrol Division.
But there was no fear in those eyes, only a flame that had been suppressed to the extreme yet still hadn’t been extinguished.