A Man Like None Other Chapter 7111 It’s settled.
A light mist enveloped the town in the early morning, and a cool breeze swirled the fallen leaves along the street, gently brushing against the bamboo curtains of the teahouse.
Chen Ping held a rough porcelain teacup, slowly blowing away the tea foam floating on the surface. His posture was relaxed, his expression languid, and his eyes revealed the simple and unassuming nature of a low-level rogue cultivator, without a trace of murderous intent.
Two passing cultivators at the next table were talking in hushed tones, their voices filled with apprehension and fear. Every word they uttered reached Chen Ping’s ears.
“Have you heard? The search across the entire territory of the Tian Shu Sect hasn’t stopped yet. The Heng Xuan Division Master is truly enraged, and all his inspectors have been mobilized to search even the desolate mountains and wilderness of the border.”
“It’s not just a simple investigation. Yesterday, in that valley in the Western Wilderness, there were only a few cultivators suspected of harboring rebels. They were directly razed to the ground by the divine light of order, and thousands of cultivators were detained without exception.”
That traitor Chen Ping has truly caused immense harm, bringing misfortune upon all the rogue cultivators of the Twenty-Sixth Heaven. We are interrogated daily and constantly imprisoned.
“Chen Ping is indeed ridiculously strong. He even killed two veteran Immortal Lord elders, Xuan Qing and Xuan Shu, in an instant. But what does it matter how strong he is?”
Going against the will of Heaven and opposing the entire Heavenly Way will ultimately lead to certain death.
The Heavenly Dao of the Twenty-Sixth Heaven is inherently biased towards order and orthodoxy. The more powerful he is, the more intensely the Heavenly Dao suppresses him, until he eventually exhausts his strength and perishes.
“It’s a pity that all the cultivators who followed him in the uprising were captured and are now imprisoned in the Heavenly Pivot Sect’s Purgatory Prison. I heard that they are being tempered and refined by the divine light of order every day, causing their Dao foundations to collapse and making their lives worse than death”
The chatter was soft, yet it felt like tiny needles gently pricking Chen Ping’s heart.
He still wore a harmless smile on his face, but the pressure on his fingers as he gripped the teacup tightened subtly, causing the porcelain to dent slightly and tiny cracks to spread silently.
He forcefully suppressed the restlessness and surging anger in his heart.
He can’t move right now.
One wrong move and the whole game is lost.
He saw the battle in the void that day clearly and plainly.
It wasn’t that his combat strength was inferior to Heng Xuan’s, nor that his Daoist aura was no match for the divine light of order; it was that this world itself stood in opposition to him.
The Heavenly Dao of the Twenty-Six Heavens is no longer a fair and free law of heaven and earth, but a private cage that has been altered, imprinted, and tamed by those who maintain order.
Eternity ago, the Order placed heretical restrictions here. Any cultivation path that deviates from orthodoxy and defies order will be suppressed, devoured, and imprisoned by the instincts of heaven and earth.