Chen Ping patted his shoulder, his tone relaxed and casual, his face still bearing that honest, harmless smile, but his eyes concealed a sharp fighting spirit and scheming.
“Fortune and honor are sought amidst danger, and opportunities are seized even in the face of peril.”
“Others fear the struggle for power and the fierce battles, but I am not.”
“They seize opportunities, I seize theirs.”
“They fight over the Dao essence, I will absorb their Dao essence.”
“We can take advantage of the opening of the Dao Ruins this time to thoroughly understand the true nature of the Heavenly Dao and completely figure out how to break the poison of the lingering order.”
At this point, Chen Ping turned to look at Luo Xiaoqi, who looked nervous, and earnestly instructed her, “Xiaoqi, the Dao Ruins will open tomorrow. You stay outside the city and wait. Don’t go in with them.”
“The levels inside are too high and the fighting is too fierce. Your cultivation level is too low. Going in will only lead to unnecessary danger. You won’t be able to help and you’ll easily get into danger yourself.”
“Wait for me outside. Once I’m out, I’ll take you to eat the best spiritual food in Wandao City and save up enough spirit stones for you to break through to the third rank of Immortal Lord.”
Although Luo Xiaoqi wanted to follow Chen Ping into the game for training, she knew that she was not strong enough and would only be a burden to him. So she could only nod emphatically: “Okay! I’ll listen to you, big brother! I’ll wait for you to come out safely outside the city!”
After settling his underlings in, Chen Ping looked up at the distant horizon.
At the far end of the sky, the hazy, chaotic air currents surged and roared wildly, space constantly shattered, reformed, and vibrated, and endless primordial Daoist energy soared into the sky, enveloping the eight wastelands.
That place is the entrance to the ancient, primordial Dao Ruins.
The origins of all heavens converge, and the struggle of all paths begins.
Chen Ping took a deep breath, suppressing the surging fighting spirit in his heart, and continued to conceal all his sharpness, maintaining the simple and honest disguise of Chen Daniu, a low-level rogue cultivator.
When the enemy is strong, I hide; when the enemy is weak, I kill.
Pretend to be weak while secretly making a fortune.
This is his optimal strategy going forward.
Early the next morning!
Beneath the sky, thousands of miles away from the Primordial Dao Ruins, a sea of people had already gathered.
One after another, floating spirit platforms stood in mid-air, banners of various forces fluttered in the wind, and rays of light and auspicious clouds adorned the entire sky, making it appear vast and magnificent.
The Myriad Laws Heavenly Palace, the Profound Spirit Ancient Sect, the Crimson Cloud Immortal Mansion, the Meteor Tower all the top-tier forces that could be named in the Twenty-Seven Heavens were present.
Elite talents, veteran elders, and reclusive cultivators are everywhere. Powerful Daoist auras rise and fall, layer upon layer, pressing down on the void. Any single wisp of their aura is enough to crush even the top experts of the 26th Heaven.
The fifth-grade Immortal Lord realm is nothing special here; they are everywhere. In fact, many reclusive elders have already touched the threshold of Immortal King, their auras as deep as the sea, hidden and unrevealed.
The cultivators gathered in small groups, whispering amongst themselves, their eyes fixed on the churning, chaotic mist in the distance.
That is the entrance to the Primordial Dao Ruins.
This ancient opportunity, which only appears once every three hundred years, is enough to change one’s path in life, purify one’s origin, and deduce the true nature of the Heavenly Dao. No cultivator can resist its allure.
The Dao Ruins have not yet opened, but the accumulated hostility and fighting spirit from all sides have already boiled over.
A loud rumble suddenly echoed from the distant void!
Two prodigies from different sects drew their swords against each other on the spot, vying for a better viewing position. Immortal light exploded, Dao patterns flew everywhere, and fierce killing intent swept in all directions, causing the void to tremble and spiritual energy to become chaotic.
The surrounding cultivators were already used to it, some watching coldly, others commenting in hushed tones, and some even setting up betting odds on the outcome, making it extremely lively.
Chen Ping mingled in the outermost crowd, shrinking his body and slightly hunching his back, perfectly embodying the acting skills of a “weak, low-level cultivator.”
He deliberately lowered his body, concealing his aura completely. Only a trace of the barely qualified Great Luo Golden Immortal aura emanated from his body. It was thin and weak. Among the crowd of powerful beings who were Immortal Lords and Quasi-Emperors, he was as insignificant as a speck of dust, with no sense of existence.
People glanced at him, but their gazes swept over him quickly, without lingering for even a moment.
Who would care about a low-level rogue cultivator with no sect or school and dressed simply?
Chen Ping was happy to have some free time. While he was leisurely watching the show, he was also silently taking stock of the backgrounds of various forces. When his gaze swept over the exclusive spiritual platform of the Myriad Laws Heavenly Palace, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
No matter how many powerful figures are here, in his eyes, none are as valuable as the Myriad Laws Heavenly Palace, which contains the method to break the poison of the old order.
But before he could even settle down and watch the show, a cold and piercing gaze suddenly locked onto him.
Outside the crowd, four figures in black robes strode in, shrouded in deathly aura and exuding a chilling murderous aura. They were the same group from the Dry Bone Sect that he had publicly slapped down the day before.