As for the hatred of the withered bones, the covetousness of the various sects, and the kindness of the Myriad Laws Heavenly Palace, they were all just insignificant interludes along the way.
However, for now, the priority is to remain cautious, keep a low profile, and wait for the right opportunity.
David shrugged slightly, then moved a fraction closer to Su Qingyuan, feigning fear at the gruesome scene of corpses around them, and muttered softly, “Fairy, isn’t it even more dangerous up ahead”
Upon hearing this, Su Qingyuan’s heart softened even more. She slightly turned to block the fierce, chaotic wind blowing from the front and gently reassured her, “It’s alright, we’re here, there’s no need to be afraid. Follow me, and nothing will happen.”
“Yes!” David nodded vigorously, his eyes pure and obedient, perfectly replicating the appearance of a timid boy.
The Myriad Laws Heavenly Palace has been repaired, and its formation remains perfectly sealed and extremely stable.
Su Qingyuan raised her hand and waved it lightly, her clear and cold voice resounding throughout the team: “Rest is complete, everyone get ready and continue to venture deeper into the Dao Ruins.”
Advance steadily, maintain formation, avoid greed and haste, remain calm in the face of the enemy, and refrain from seizing opportunities; prioritize stability above all else.
“I will obey the young lady’s decree!”
The disciples responded in unison, their breathing steady and their minds focused, no longer harboring the restless and greedy thoughts they had before.
Having experienced the trap and farce just now, everyone fully understands that in the Dao Ruins, stability is the greatest source of survival.
The next moment, the group from the Myriad Laws Heavenly Palace set off together, stepping on the suspended Chaos Divine Rock, and steadily moving towards the deeper part of the Dao Ruins.
The road ahead leads to the true core forbidden area of Dao Ruins, the ultimate secret realm that opens only once every three hundred years, a supreme and perilous place that countless cultivators dream of but also where they face a near-death experience.
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The deeper one ventures into the Dao Ruins, the more bizarre and terrifying the environment becomes.
The chaotic air currents, dark red lightning, and suspended divine rocks in the middle layer are still traceable, but once you step into the deep boundary, the rules of the entire world are completely distorted, subverted, and disordered.
The churning, chaotic black clouds overhead were no longer replaced by an endless expanse of gray-white nothingness, devoid of sun, moon, stars, or the boundaries between heaven and earth.
All around was a vast expanse of gray, making it impossible to distinguish high or low, near or far, or see through reality to reality.
The floating divine rock beneath their feet completely disappeared, replaced by flowing fragments of rules.
Each step felt like walking on shattered patterns of the Heavenly Dao, with the spiritual light beneath one’s feet flickering and shifting constantly between reality and illusion. One moment it was a stable foothold, the next it could crumble into nothingness, plunging one into an endless turbulent void.
The surrounding gale was no longer an ordinary spiritual wind, but a wind of rules mixed with ancient abandoned laws.
A wisp of wind can sever the protective aura of an ordinary immortal cultivator, causing their flesh to ache and their meridians to tremble.
If a cultivator with weaker cultivation and shallower foundation is entangled by this wind of rules, their Dao foundation will be damaged instantly, their Dao heart will crack, and their cultivation will regress.
Floating spatial cracks can be seen everywhere along the way, some as thin as a hair, others as wide as a chasm, densely covering the entire airspace, opening and closing silently, swallowing everything.
Within the rift lies a dark and desolate void of turbulent currents. Even a high-level cultivator who falls in will have their body torn apart and their soul shattered instantly, without even a chance for reincarnation.
Besides the deadly dangers emanating from heaven and earth, what is even more deadly is the omnipresent illusionary realm.
Deep within the Dao Ruins, the resentment, obsessions, and fragmented Dao thoughts accumulated over countless ages intertwine to form an invisible illusion, silently eroding the cultivator’s Dao heart, soul, and spiritual platform.
Many cultivators, as they walk, will suddenly have empty eyes and lose their minds, falling into the illusion of their own obsessions.
Whether it’s a maniacal laugh, a desperate cry, or a sudden outburst to kill one’s comrades, they perish silently, never even seeing the shadow of their opponent, thus ending their life’s journey.
Along the way, one could see the remains of fallen cultivators, shattered magical artifacts, and dissipated spiritual light everywhere.
Many cultivators who had just survived in the middle level perished in the gale-force winds, spatial rifts, and invisible illusions as soon as they stepped into the deep boundary, dying silently and tragically.
The entire deep airspace was filled with restrained and silent killing intent, yet it was more terrifying and more desperate than the bloody battles in the middle airspace.
An open attack is easy to dodge, but a hidden calamity is hard to guard against; the invisible rules of slaughter are the most unsolvable.
The major sects followed closely behind, trekking cautiously and with great difficulty. Everyone was on edge, holding their breath and not daring to relax even for a moment.
Everyone completely put away their greed, arrogance, and restlessness, proceeding cautiously and methodically throughout, seeking only to safely enter the core and not to rashly seize opportunities.