A Man Like None Other Chapter 7122 The First Killing Intent
The two white-haired elders standing at the front of the group nodded slightly, their faces showing approval.
The elder in green robes on the left, who was in charge of the sect’s rules and deeply studied the Dao of Heaven, echoed in a deep voice: “Qingyuan is right.”
The Primordial Dao Ruins are the original sacred land where all heavens and earth were created. The dangers within are not as simple as human combat, but rather the primordial annihilation at the level of the rules of heaven and earth.
“The spiritual energy shield, physical barrier, and Dao foundation barrier of a cultivator are extremely fragile in the face of the pure, primordial killing intent of the Heavenly Dao.”
Those rogue cultivators and members of small sects who charged forward recklessly were mostly hoping for a lucky break, unaware that their greed at that moment would be the root of their instant demise.
The white-robed elder on the right, who was responsible for protecting the path and had extensive experience in battle, also spoke slowly, his voice deep and resonant: “I have read through the ancient scrolls of our sect, which record that every time the Dao Ruins open, the first round of killing intent at the entrance will cause more than half of the cultivators entering the Ruins to perish.”
Only those who survive the first divine punishment are qualified to compete for this opportunity. Those who charge forward most fiercely now will suffer the most gruesome deaths later.
Upon hearing this, the disciples’ restlessness subsided considerably. They composed themselves, stabilized their formation, and refrained from rash actions.
Chen Ping stood at the back of the line, listening to their conversation and nodding to himself.
The fact that Wanfa Tiangong has maintained its position as a top power in Wandao City, crushing all the surrounding sects, is no exaggeration.
This respect and awareness of the dangers of the Heavenly Dao alone far surpasses more than 90% of cultivation forces that only care about fighting and plundering.
As they stepped through the swirling mist of the primordial energy, they steadily entered the Dao Ruins gate, their feet finally landing on solid ground.
The moment you step inside, an ancient, desolate, and deathly aura instantly envelops you, completely different from the vibrant spiritual energy of the twenty-seventh heaven outside.
The world here is ancient, primitive, and desolate.
The sky above was not a clear blue, but a dark and heavy chaotic dome, with countless fine primordial Dao patterns slowly flowing and flickering on it.
Sometimes it coalesces into ancient seal characters, sometimes it shatters into specks of light, constantly arising and ceasing, endlessly repeating, exuding an unchanging stillness and majesty.
The earth beneath their feet was not ordinary rock and soil, but a hard, thick, chaotic divine rock covered with cracks from the ages, every inch of which carried the primordial aura of creation.
Between the rock crevices, a thin but extremely pure primordial Dao essence flows. Stepping on it, one’s feet feel slightly numb, and one’s entire Dao foundation involuntarily vibrates and resonates.