Heng Xuan’s target has always been only me. After I leave, he will lose his target and will most likely relax the high-pressure search across the entire region. Your situation will actually be safer, making it easier to secretly plan a rescue.
His words were well-organized and clearly analyzed the advantages and disadvantages thoroughly.
The four remained silent, knowing that everything Chen Ping said was true, but they still felt unwilling, reluctant, and uneasy.
Jiang Xuelan gazed into his eyes and softly asked, “How long do you need?”
“uncertain.”
Chen Ping shook his head frankly, offering no empty words of comfort. “It may be very short, or it may be long. But I can guarantee that as long as I gain a foothold in the Twenty-Seventh Heaven and find a way to break the Heavenly Dao’s shackles, I will return to the Twenty-Sixth Heaven as soon as possible.”
He raised his eyes, his gaze resolute, and his words resounding: “You wait for me to return. The day I return will be the day Hengxuan is destroyed, Tianshu Sect collapses, and the eternal plan of the Orderers is shattered.”
Ling Xiyue’s eyes welled up slightly, but she still forced herself to remain calm and nodded gently: “Okay. We’ll wait for you. We will secretly protect all the remaining cultivators, gather information about the prison, and safeguard all our foundations. We will never act rashly and will never be a burden to you.”
Canfeng nodded heavily and said coldly, “Your Excellency, please go with peace of mind. With us here, the flame of the Twenty-Sixth Heaven will not be extinguished. We will protect the people for you. As for revenge, we await your return.”
The cripple said in a muffled voice, “Lord! We’re waiting for you”
Chen Ping looked at the four people, then at Jiang Xuelan who was gazing at him tenderly. A thousand emotions surged in his heart, but in the end, they all turned into a solemn entrustment:
“Be careful in everything, endure and lie low, and prioritize your survival. Wait for my return.”
There was no unnecessary sentimentality, no drawn-out farewell words.
The farewell of a cultivator is never a sorrowful and reluctant parting, but a resolute determination to fight again in the future and meet at the summit.
The next moment, Chen Ping no longer hesitated, and with a swift movement, he stepped straight into the ground beneath the courtyard.
The underground spiritual veins are narrow and deep, dark and devoid of light year-round, with scarce spiritual energy.
After Chen Ping landed, he raised his hand to form a seal, and all his disguises disappeared. His cultivation as a ninth-grade Grand Luo Golden Immortal, which had been forcibly suppressed, loosened slightly, but he still restrained himself and released only a wisp of the purest Chaos Origin.
A faint gray-black light slowly shone from the dark underground, neither dazzling nor violent, yet carrying a terrifying depth that could penetrate eternity and dismantle all paths.
With a flick of his finger, the ancient void vein rooted deep within the remnants of the spiritual vein, connecting the twenty-seventh heaven, was instantly and completely activated.
Buzz—!!!
A subtle yet profound Daoist resonance reverberated from the depths of the void.
The entire underground space trembled slightly, and the originally stagnant air slowly flowed. Strands of unfamiliar, ancient, and pure Daoist charm from the upper realm slowly seeped down along the cracks and landed in the underground of the Twenty-Sixth Heaven.
This is the result of Chen Ping’s many days of meticulous work and tireless effort.
A cross-dimensional passage, as thin as a hair, hidden at the bottom of the spiritual vein, and completely free from the monitoring of the Order, has been fully formed.
The passage is extremely narrow, hidden, and stable, avoiding all the Heavenly Dao restrictions, divine runes of order, and patrolling eyes and ears of the Twenty-Six Heavens. It is the only path to heaven that no one knows about and no one controls.
Chen Ping raised his eyes and looked at the empty void rift above him, his purple eyes shining brightly.
He knew that taking this step meant completely leaving behind all the ties of the Twenty-Sixth Heaven, all the familiar people and things, and stepping into a completely unknown and dangerous new world.
The twenty-seventh heaven has no historical records, no cultivators’ personal experiences, and no available intelligence.
Since time immemorial, the Order has sealed the barriers between the heavens, locked the passages between the upper and lower heavens, and turned each level of the heavens into an independent cage. Cultivators at the lower levels can never cross them in their lifetime, and the secrets of the upper levels will never be discovered by outsiders.
There might be stronger cultivators, more stringent forces, more bizarre rules of the Heavenly Dao there, and it might even hold the very foundation of the Order.
The road ahead is shrouded in mist, and every step is fraught with unknown dangers.
But Chen Ping did not back down in the slightest.
He rose from humble beginnings in the mortal world, defying all odds and rising through bloodshed, fearing neither the unknown nor the perilous.
Having endured the known impasse for too long, he was already impatient to tear open the truth behind this ancient prison.
“I’ve remembered the debt from the Twenty-Sixth Heaven.”
“Hengxuan, the Order Keeper, the altered Heavenly Dao, the imprisoned beings wait for my return.”
As soon as he uttered those words, Chen Ping moved, transforming into a slender, gray-black stream of light that instantly disappeared into the depths of nothingness through the tiny void rift.