No one in the room took it seriously.
A mere rogue cultivator at the bottom level of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, who has never seen the world, has never read the Daoist scriptures, and does not understand the rules of the secret realm, is simply cowardly and wants to advise everyone not to take risks.
No one expected him to offer any profound insights; they simply dismissed it as the instinctive cowardice of the weak.
Su Qingyuan showed no disdain, looked at him gently, and said softly, “Please speak freely.”
Having received permission, Chen Ping pretended to muster his courage and force himself to look up slowly, gazing at the distant radiant light of the treasure. His tone was somewhat bewildered yet earnest, but his reasoning was exceptionally clear:
“I think we shouldn’t rob it. It’s too much of a loss and too risky.”
He paused, pretending to try to organize his thoughts and forcibly recall what he had heard about the secret realm, and slowly analyzed:
“First, the appearance of a true top-tier ancient treasure is always accompanied by extraordinary phenomena of heaven and earth and the roar of the origin. Its pressure is enough to intimidate all directions, and ordinary cultivators do not even have the qualifications to approach it.”
Although the radiant light and the profound Daoist aura were bright, they were too stable and too superficial. They lacked any of the overwhelming pressure to suppress the eight wastelands, and were accompanied by no killing intent. While they looked stunning, their foundation was weak, and they didn’t resemble a complete ancient treasure.
“Secondly, those gathered here at this moment are all elite cultivators who have survived the first and second rounds of Heavenly Tribulation within the Dao Ruins, including the main forces and veteran powerhouses of various sects.”
If we go there now, it’s not to seize an opportunity, but to force our way into everyone’s encirclement and become the target of everyone’s criticism.
Once a move is made, it will offend all forces simultaneously, leaving enemies on all sides. There will be fierce battles for the treasure in front, and sneak attacks from behind. The formation will inevitably be disrupted, and casualties are unavoidable.
“Third, and most importantly, there are never any top-tier opportunities for free within the Dao Ruins.”
The more conspicuous and sought-after a treasure is, the more terrifying the hidden backlash will be.
Truly good things are always hidden in obscure corners and hidden depths, quietly waiting for their destined owners. They don’t make a big show of themselves, flaunting themselves in public and causing everyone to scramble for them.
At this point, Chen Ping lowered his head again, his tone becoming timid and hesitant once more, and cautiously added a sentence.
“I I’ve heard older cultivators say that the dazzling opportunities that everyone is scrambling for in secret realms are mostly traps, illusions, or bait to lure people to their deaths I’m just saying this casually, it might not be true, so please don’t laugh at me.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.
The two elders who had initially strongly advocated for taking action froze, their burning passion fading and replaced by deep contemplation and solemnity.
They subconsciously followed Chen Ping’s train of thought, reviewing and examining the strange phenomenon of the distant glow, and the more they looked, the more they felt something was amiss.
Previously, he was blinded by the allure of the treasure and only wanted to seize the opportunity, thus ignoring the most basic rules of the Dao Ruins and the details of the strange phenomena.
At this moment, Chen Ping pointed it out, and they instantly noticed many inconsistencies.
The glow of the sunset was too perfect, too flamboyant; so perfect it was deliberate, so flamboyant it was eerie.
Su Qingyuan’s eyes lit up, and the hesitation in her eyes completely disappeared, replaced by complete clarity and certainty.
Chen Ping’s words, though seemingly simple and crude, and a one-sided observation from a commoner cultivator, hit the nail on the head every time.
You’re right.
Su Qingyuan nodded slightly, making a decisive decision, her clear and cold voice resounding throughout the team: “Everyone stop! Do not rush forward to compete!”
“yes!”
Although the disciples still felt regret and pity, they always adhered to the sect’s rules and trusted Su Qingyuan’s judgment. At this moment, they all suppressed their greed, quickly calmed their minds, stabilized their formation, and slowly retreated to defend.
He distanced himself from the area where the treasures were contested, stood firmly on the periphery of the battlefield, and became a detached outsider observing from the sidelines.
The group from Wanfa Tiangong retreated decisively and completely, showing no intention of lingering in the fighting and looting. Amidst the chaos of everyone frantically grabbing, they stood out as exceptionally clear-headed.
Just as the people of the Myriad Laws Palace retreated and observed, a domineering and sinister sound of air being torn apart suddenly rang out from the side and rear!
“Get out of my way, all of you!”
A chilling shout, brimming with malevolence, echoed throughout the entire airspace. Dark death energy instantly spread across the sky, and a cold, oppressive aura suddenly descended, causing the surrounding crowded cultivators to pause, their breaths becoming labored.