As Kugu Jin gazed at the wide-open gate of Daoxu, his eyes filled with increasingly intense lewdness and scheming. He turned his head and gave a deep look at Su Qingyuan, who stood coldly beside him, a sinister smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.
“Su Qingyuan… Dao Ruins are in chaos, and there is no one to protect you.”
“Today, I’ll see how long you, the Ice Queen of the Myriad Laws Heavenly Palace, can remain aloof.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his sleeve and led a group of elites from the Bone Sect, following closely behind the crowd, towards the Dao Ruins Gate. He deliberately slowed down and stayed close to the group from the Myriad Laws Heavenly Palace.
Su Qingyuan sensed the malice lurking behind her, as if it were a bone-deep wound. Her brows furrowed, alarm bells rang in her heart, and her spiritual energy tightened, making her fully vigilant.
Two elders from the Myriad Laws Heavenly Palace instantly stepped forward, protecting Su Qingyuan in the middle. Their eyes were solemn as they locked onto the members of the Dry Bone Sect in front of them, ready to intervene and protect their master at any moment.
Only Chen Ping remained at the back of the line, looking fearful and timid, slowly walking with the crowd, but his eyes were clear and calm.
It’s getting lively.
Chaos is the perfect opportunity to fish in troubled waters.
It’s easier to take advantage of bad people.
The solution to the poison of order, the original lineage of the Myriad Laws Heavenly Palace, and the sinister Daoist aura of the Dry Bone Sect
He wanted everything on this trip to Daoxu.
At this moment, countless cultivators in the sky could no longer resist the temptation of this once-in-three-hundred-years opportunity, and completely abandoned all fear and hesitation.
Streams of light from all directions ripped through the sky, crimson, gilded, azure, and jet-black, with various colors of spiritual energy intertwining and colliding, densely packed and layered upon each other.
Like a shower of meteors falling from the sky, they rushed and plunged into the giant void portal that stretched for thousands of miles.
Some people travel alone, relying on their superior cultivation to take risks;
Some sects banded together, forming stable battle formations to protect each other;
Many independent cultivators also formed temporary teams, hoping to stick together and get a share of the opportunities in the Dao Ruins.
Thousands of cultivators surged and roared, filling the entire sky with a surging crowd. The continuous booming sounds that pierced the air shook the surrounding sea of clouds for tens of thousands of miles.
Chen Ping mingled at the very back of the Wanfa Heavenly Palace’s ranks, perfectly embodying the art of disguise.
He always had a slightly hunched back, his shoulders were relaxed and drooping, his head was half-lowered, and his eyebrows and eyes were drooping. His simple blue cloth clothes looked out of place among the magnificent fairy robes and colorful armor, making him seem as humble as dust.
At this moment, he looks like a lowly rogue cultivator who was extremely lucky, managed to sneak into a top team, and was timid, cowardly, and had no background.
I was swept along by the crowd the whole way, my hands and feet felt stiff and awkward, as if I would be scattered and crushed by the panicked crowd at any moment.
The orderly procession of the Wanfa Heavenly Palace stood in stark contrast to the chaotic and frenzied crowds around them.
Su Qingyuan moved with light and steady steps, her figure ethereal and otherworldly, her moon-white fairy dress spotless.
The myriad rays of spiritual light surrounding him were warm and profound, descending in layers like a celestial veil, steadily enveloping the two white-haired elders in front of him and the group of direct disciples behind him.
It completely isolates the rampant spatial turbulence and wandering fragments of the origin along the way.
She moved unhurriedly, her expression cool and aloof. Her gaze occasionally swept over the cultivators charging wildly and recklessly around her, a hint of warning and regret in her eyes.
A young disciple of the Myriad Laws Heavenly Palace beside her couldn’t contain his excitement and asked in a low voice, “Young Miss, cultivators from all sides are rushing at full speed to seize the core opportunities deep within the Dao Ruins. Why are we proceeding slowly?”
This procrastination might cause us to miss many innate opportunities.
This disciple’s cultivation had reached the third rank of Immortal Lord. He was exceptionally talented, young and ambitious, and his mind was filled with thoughts of seizing opportunities and breaking through the path of cultivation. Seeing others making rapid progress, he couldn’t help but feel anxious.
Su Qingyuan gazed at the chaotic depths of the Dao Ruins ahead, her tone calm and composed, carrying the steadiness and clarity gained from the sect’s teachings: “The Dao Ruins open once every three hundred years, and have been fraught with peril for millennia. It has always been a place where killing intent and opportunity coexist, and killing intent always precedes opportunity.”
“The more eager a person is to achieve quick success and the more reckless they are to advance, the faster they will die.”
The entrance area is the first sieve of the Dao Ruins’ rules, where countless geniuses and powerful figures have perished throughout the ages. It is far from being as peaceful as it appears on the surface.
“Only by proceeding steadily and holding our ground can we survive the first round of carnage, and then discuss seizing opportunities.”
Her voice was clear and gentle, yet every word was firm, revealing a profound understanding of the ancient Dao Ruins.