To break the deadlock, to turn the tide, to escape the suppression of Heaven, to save everyone, and to overturn the old order, the only way is to break free from this cage and step into the higher level of the Twenty-Seventh Heaven!
“The Twenty-Seventh Heaven”
Chen Ping muttered to himself, his purple eyes surging with unprecedented certainty and determination, “If a head-on confrontation doesn’t work, then I’ll find another way to live.”
In the following days, the underground river fell completely silent.
Chen Ping quietly lay low and focused on refining and absorbing all the ancient Daoist charm and primordial power remaining in the Dark River Spiritual Vein, without wasting a single bit.
At the same time, he deliberately concealed his full strength and sealed away all his combat power.
He forcibly suppressed and sealed his peak cultivation of the ninth rank of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, disguising it as an ordinary level of barely the first rank of Immortal Lord.
The violent and domineering chaotic origin and the devouring Dao essence were completely contained and hidden deep within the meridians, without revealing a trace.
All the auras of the four supreme treasures—Shennong Cauldron, Wanxi Heart Seal, Cangming Divine Pearl, and Zhutian Lingshu Fragment—were completely concealed and hidden in the deepest part of the divine soul, completely isolating it from external detection.
He erased all traces of the reversers, concealed the aura of all the powerful, and disguised himself as an ordinary, harmless underground spiritual vein, with an ordinary aura, shallow foundation, and no sharp edge.
Jiang Xuelan saw through his thoughts and asked softly, “Are you planning to lie low and avoid the limelight for now?”
“right.”
Chen Ping raised his eyes and smiled, the sharpness in his eyes turning into gentle honesty, full of roguish charm, “Doesn’t Heng Xuan like to chase after me and beat me up?”
“Isn’t he arrogant and domineering because he relies on the advantages of Heaven’s will? Then I won’t confront him head-on.”
“From this day forward, there will be no more Chen Ping, the rebellious cultivator, only Chen Daniu, the lowly rogue cultivator.”
Upon hearing this, Ling Xiyue couldn’t help but chuckle: “Chen Daniu? Couldn’t you have chosen a more respectable alias? It’s too down-to-earth.”
“The more ordinary, down-to-earth, and inconspicuous something is, the safer it is.”
Chen Ping explained in a serious tone, “High-end names are easy to attract attention, while this kind of rustic and ordinary name sounds like a low-level rogue cultivator with no background, no backing, and no threat.”
Heng Xuan searched the entire world for the rebellious cultivator Chen Ping, but he would never doubt Chen Daniu, an honest and unassuming ordinary cultivator.
Having made up their minds, the five of them stealthily made their way through the hidden passage of the underground spiritual veins of the dark river.
They evaded all the patrol officers’ investigations and all the eyes and ears of the Tian Shu Sect, leaving the Dark River area silently and stealthily making their way to the most remote area on the edge of the Tian Shu Sect’s territory.
This remote, barren, sparsely populated, and poorly regulated place is the perfect place to lie low and hide.
Chen Ping used the remaining spatial laws and the origin of chaos to forge a complete, authentic, and flawless resume of a rogue cultivator’s identity.
Using the alias Chen Daniu, he came from a small, destroyed sect. He was without a sect, without support, and wandered to the frontier, barely surviving. He was honest, timid, cowardly, and had no ambition or threat whatsoever.
A perfectly closed-loop identity system with a clear history, complete context, and the ability to withstand all investigations and verifications.
From then on, Chen Ping, the rebellious cultivator who was wanted and hunted throughout the entire Twenty-Six Heavens, completely vanished without a trace.
In a remote town on the border of the Tian Shu Sect, a simple, honest, and law-abiding rogue cultivator emerged.
Chen Ping rented a dilapidated and simple courtyard, and his daily life was simple, low-key, and inconspicuous.
During the day, he would sit in a tea stall at the entrance of town, drinking tea, listening to stories, and chatting, his face showing a kind and honest nature, seemingly harmless.
At night, he would sneak into the crevices of the underground spiritual veins, quietly refining the spiritual essence, honing his cultivation, and stabilizing his foundation. At the same time, he would continuously probe the spatial signals of the Twenty-Seventh Heaven, silently searching for a way to break through the impasse and ascend to the heavens.
The town is frequently patrolled and searched by the Border Patrol Team. Every time there is an investigation, Chen Ping will take the initiative to step forward and cooperate honestly.
They were respectful and humble, proactively reported their identities and resumes, and even warmly served tea and water to the patrol soldiers, greeting them with smiles.
The patrolling soldiers were exhausted both physically and mentally from their daily search for the earth-shattering rebel Chen Ping.
Looking at the honest, unassuming, low-level, and simple-minded ordinary cultivator in front of him, he didn’t even bother to give him a proper look and casually waved him away.
They would never associate him with Chen Ping, who swept aside elders, crushed immortal lords, and defied the heavens.
Every time the patrol team left, Chen Ping’s honest smile would vanish instantly, and a cunning, scheming smile would flash in his eyes.
If you won’t let me have a good life, I won’t let you have peace either.