More importantly, after the extreme anger, what remains is a deep-seated calmness and apprehension.
He finally shed his previous underestimation of his opponent and arrogance.
Within the Dao Ruins, dangers were unpredictable, people were treacherous, and the rules were bizarre; it was nothing like the ordinary secret realms he had previously ventured into.
There is no such thing as an easy way to crush someone with strength, and there are no rules that allow someone to run rampant just because of their sect’s fearsome reputation. One wrong step and you will lose everything, die, and perish.
Previously, relying on the foundation of the Dry Bone Sect and his own cultivation as a seventh-grade Immortal Lord, he roamed freely in the surrounding secret realms of the Twenty-Seventh Heaven, becoming invincible and developing an arrogant and disdainful attitude.
But today, in this desolate place, his strength, his ruthlessness, and his scheming have all been played for a fool by the trap of nothingness.
In particular, David’s seemingly unintentional words, with just a few light sentences, exposed the illusion that no one else in the room could perceive, saved the entire Wanfa Heavenly Palace, and firmly nailed him to the position of a laughing stock.
A mere rogue cultivator at the bottom level of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm possesses a vision, temperament, and judgment of the situation that far surpasses that of a veteran prodigy and the young master of a sect.
This chilled the heart of the withered bones far more intensely than defeat, loss, or humiliation.
He lowered his eyes slightly, concealing the surging dark malevolence within them. His chaotic aura gradually calmed down, and the restless death energy around him slowly subsided, no longer leaking out any domineering pressure.
“Clean up the mess, take a deep breath and get back into order. Everyone step back, keep your distance, and follow closely behind.”
The voice of the withered bones was low and hoarse, devoid of its previous arrogance and violence, leaving only cold restraint and deep ruthlessness, “I will no longer act rashly, and I will no longer compete for opportunities in the open.”
“Deep within the Dao Ruins, there must be the true and supreme Dao fruit. Illusion comes first, truth lies behind, there is no need to rush.”
The surviving disciples of the Bone Sect responded immediately, enduring their injuries, silently collecting the fragments of the souls of their fallen comrades, suppressing the grief and fear in their hearts, and quickly reorganizing their formation.
At this moment, the withered bones calmed down completely, becoming cautious, patient, and extremely patient.
He was no longer anxious about short-term gains or losses, no longer coveted obvious opportunities, and no longer impulsively challenged the Heavenly Palace of Myriad Laws.
He stared intently at the elegant, pale figure in front of him, and the seemingly timid and humble boy beside her, his heart filled with murderous intent and deep-seated hatred.
He had to wait, wait for the true core opportunity to appear, wait for the deepest killing trap in the Dao Ruins to open, wait for a perfect moment.
At that time, he will return all the humiliation, losses, and resentment he has suffered today, with interest, in full.
The group from the Dry Bones Sect slowly retreated, leaving the center of the battlefield and staying far behind all other forces. They followed discreetly, observing with restraint, completely shedding their previous domineering and arrogant demeanor.
Seeing this, the other major sects and independent cultivators were all filled with dread.
Even the infamous and powerful Dry Bone Sect suffered a great loss, restrained its sharpness, and lay low cautiously. Naturally, these weaker and less established forces dared not be even slightly reckless.
In an instant, all fighting ceased completely and all disputes were quelled in the middle layer of the Dao Ruins.
Countless cultivators silently recuperated and adjusted their breathing to recover, remaining wary of each other and watching each other from afar. No one dared to take the first step, nor did anyone dare to harbor any further greed.
The once chaotic and frenzied arena of heroes suddenly became deathly silent, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
The atmosphere within the Myriad Laws Heavenly Palace camp was entirely different.
Everyone was calm and confident.
The two elders completely put aside all their restlessness and regret. When they looked at David, there was no longer any contempt in their eyes. Instead, their eyes were filled with deep surprise, recognition, and curiosity.
They had lived for hundreds of years, explored countless secret realms, and seen countless geniuses and prodigies, but they had never seen such a strange young man.
His cultivation level was low, only at the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal. Among all the cultivators in the Dao Ruins, he was at the very bottom, and any sect disciple could easily crush him.
Despite appearing timid and cowardly, only able to dodge and rely on others when faced with problems, they possess exceptional insight, understand people’s hearts, and see through illusions. When everyone else is blinded by greed, they can calmly analyze the pros and cons and expose fatal traps.
This insightful mind and keen understanding of the situation far surpass the vast majority of high-level cultivators, and are even comparable to those ancient monsters who have lived for thousands of years.