Inside the inn.
Su Yi sat in meditation, calming his mind.
Beside him, twenty-nine Ancestor Spirit Roots were laid out in neat order. Black Dog had obtained them in exchange for ten Heaven Sealing Karma Fruits.
As Su Yi circulated his cultivation, his figure became like an unfathomable abyss—silent, indescribable, and immeasurable.
Yet deep within that abyss, the roaring of the Great Dao churned like boiling waves.
One Ancestor Spirit Root after another was refined into the oldest and purest source of Innate Chaos, then absorbed and refined by Su Yi.
Meanwhile, his mind had long since become attuned to the entirety of Asking Dao City.
In his perception, beneath Asking Dao City lay a Chaos Heaven-Sealing Stone no more than a foot in size.
It was the origin of Asking Dao City. So long as he refined it, he could truly become the master of Asking Dao City.
But Su Yi did not do so.
He merely used the Chaos Heaven-Sealing Stone as a medium, quietly sensing the inscriptions and forbidden array patterns carved throughout Asking Dao City.
Over the ages, countless astonishingly gifted figures had left their inscriptions upon the city walls.
Every one of those inscriptions retained Dao resonance.
They appeared to be mere traces of the Great Dao, yet from a glimpse of one spot, one could perceive the whole leopard. Through those inscriptions, Su Yi could deduce, one by one, the Dao paths each cultivator had sought.
To him, deducing those different Dao paths was instead most beneficial to his current cultivation.
Some of the inscriptions' owners had long become Hongmeng Dominators. Naturally, each of their Dao paths had merits worth drawing from.
Su Yi had no intention of imitating them. Rather, he wished to use stones from other mountains to polish his own jade,