His primordial chaos and devouring Dao essence made him an inherent enemy of the order of the heavens.
The stronger he becomes, the heavier the suppression from Heaven’s Dao becomes;
The more fiercely he attacked, the tighter the heavens and earth were bound.
Heng Xuan appears to be his opponent, but in reality, he is merely a puppet pushed to the forefront by the Order.
What truly trapped him and locked down all his chances of turning the tables was this altered Heavenly Dao, this set of eternally fixed rules of the heavens.
As long as he remains in the Twenty-Sixth Heaven, his potential is firmly locked.
No matter how domineering his chaotic Daoist aura was, or how wondrous his four supreme treasures were, they were ultimately no match for the targeted suppression of the entire world.
If you want to save people, if you want revenge, if you want to crush Hengxuan, overthrow Tianshu Sect, and tear apart this corrupt orthodox order, there is only one way to go—jump out of the cage and ascend to the upper realm.
The twenty-seventh heaven.
Only by stepping into those higher heavens that have not been completely tamed by the Order, will he have a chance to break free from his shackles and find the fundamental way to break the shackles of the twenty-six heavens.
Chen Ping slowly raised his hand and casually rubbed his temples. The sharp glint that flashed in his eyes was instantly concealed by his honest and gentle expression.
He has been staying in the small town these days, but he has never slacked off.
During the day, he disguised himself and lay low in the city, fooling all the patrols and inspections;
In the stillness of the night, he would sink into the cracks of the spiritual veins beneath the courtyard, using the most subtle and hidden chaotic essence to continuously draw upon the ancient signal from the twenty-seventh heaven.
The signal is getting clearer and more stable every day.
What began as a faint, pulsating wisp of Daoist energy has now transformed into a blurry yet real void vein, piercing through the Heavenly Dao barrier of the Twenty-Six Heavens, extending straight upwards, leading to the unknown Upper Realms.
He could clearly sense that in that higher realm, the Daoist principles were more ancient, purer, and freer, without the rigid order and constraints of the Twenty-Six Heavens.
There are no Heavenly Dao constraints that can easily crush cultivators; the laws there are the original, unconditioned laws of the heavens, not the private rules tamed by those who govern order.
That was his only chance to break the deadlock.
Gathering his thoughts, Chen Ping put down his teacup, took out a few ordinary low-grade spirit stones to pay for the tea, slowly got up, and strolled back to the courtyard.
Throughout the journey, he walked with a slow gait and restrained aura, appearing as a leisurely and mediocre low-level rogue cultivator. When he encountered two patrolling soldiers from the Border Patrol Division on the way, he took the initiative to step aside and nod to show goodwill, being humble without the slightest bit of sharpness.
The two soldiers glanced at him, not even bothering to lift their eyelids, and simply walked past him.
In their eyes, this kind of honest, unassuming cultivator with no background and low cultivation level didn’t even deserve to be questioned.
Back in the dilapidated courtyard, the wooden door was slightly ajar, isolating us from the outside noise and scrutiny.
At that moment, all of Chen Ping’s naivety, timidity, and dullness vanished.
The scattered aura around him instantly subsided, his posture became upright and his sharpness concealed. A divine light flashed deep in his purple eyes, and the chaotic origin that had been dormant for many days trembled slightly, but it was still firmly sealed deep in his meridians, without revealing the slightest trace of its aura.
Inside the courtyard, four figures stood quietly, having been waiting for some time.
Jiang Xuelan was dressed in simple white robes, with a cool and aloof temperament. Her body was surrounded by the gentle and restrained essence of Xuanbing. There was a trace of worry in her eyes that was hard to dispel. She silently watched Chen Ping, seeing all his forbearance and torment.
Ling Xiyue wore an elegant blue dress, her icy blue eyes were clear and bright, and her mind was delicate and insightful. She had already guessed Chen Ping’s plans, but she did not say anything and quietly waited for his decision.
Canfeng leaned against the courtyard wall, his black clothes cold and aloof, silent and taciturn. The long sword in his hand was polished to a gleaming shine, its blade gleaming coldly. He was like a lurking blade, waiting for a command.
The cripple still had that unkempt appearance, a burly build, a deep breath, and eyes full of resentment and determination.
These four were the only people who helped him escape after the bloody battle, and they were his most trusted and reliable trump cards at this moment.
“The signal is completely stable now.”
Chen Ping spoke, his voice low and calm, without any unnecessary preamble, each word clear and carrying an undeniable certainty: “I have found the path to the Twenty-Seventh Heaven.”
Upon hearing this, all four looked up at the same time, a flash of shock and brilliance appearing in their eyes.
During these days, they followed Chen Ping into hiding in the town, vaguely knowing that Chen Ping was exploring the passage to the upper realm, but they never thought that in just a few days, he would actually break through the ancient barrier that had imprisoned the heavens.
Jiang Xuelan stepped forward and spoke softly, her tone tinged with worry: “Are you going up?”