Ill Intent

Besides, Li Lin was very curious whether this Ping'an Ji was also part of Heaven's plan.

Heaven had not actually sensed him.

It had long since lost its sense of self.

The schemes directed against him were more like the rejection response suffered by a foreign object lodged within a corpse.

The stronger he appeared, the more intensely he was targeted.

Correspondingly, his true body, which was slowly refining Heaven—the most special Incomplete Component—like a frog being boiled in warm water, had an easier time of it.

Once he attained the Dao Fruit, he could refine it in an instant.

So, he was greatly looking forward to what this so-called Ping'an Ji was.

The xianxia version of Cedric was quite surprised. "Your reaction... I'm not saying it's abnormal, but it's completely different from what I imagined."

"I should ask why these rules were established?" Li Lin shrugged. "From another perspective, it makes perfect sense. Every True Disciple is a precious asset of the sect, and only True Disciples—even elders—can truly possess a grotto-heaven."

"Even immortals are merely elders from the sect's perspective."

"In other words, from the sect's point of view, the value of True Disciples and immortals is, to some extent, the same."

"As the standard by which that value is measured, grotto-heavens naturally deserve serious attention."

"Your Ping'an Ji should be a branch that places personal safety first and comprehending the Dao second."

"No. If we die, we are merely dead geniuses. Only when we become elders, or even immortals, do we hold greater value for the sect," Li Ke refuted.

"That Li Ke is absolutely right. Staying alive is what matters most."

Within the brilliant sea of stars, Doumu Yuanjun looked at Li Lin earnestly.

Bu La, standing beside her, nodded repeatedly.

This boundless sea of stars