"I... what kind of Dao do you think I resemble?" I asked in return. Seeing my hesitation, the male immortal immediately wore a look of disdain, seemingly convinced that my Dao had to be an ordinary Dao, which was why I did not dare reveal it—or that I did not even know how I had proven my Dao. A cold sneer curled at the corner of his mouth as he said, "You don't know what kind of Dao you have? That's not unusual either. Heh heh..."
"Oh? Not unusual?" I was instantly intrigued.
The female immortal seemed to have noticed something. Gritting her teeth, she said to me, "Fellow Daoist, be careful. If you don't know what kind of Dao you have and certain immortals discover it, you may be in danger of being devoured!"
"Oh? There's also a danger of being devoured?" I pretended to look utterly bewildered, ignoring the male immortal's increasingly greedy gaze as I continued asking, "Are there really many who prove their Dao without knowing what kind of Dao they have?"
"There certainly are! For example... Fellow Daoist, watch out for that vicious thief!" The female immortal had been about to explain, but then she saw the male immortal suddenly release a black shadow at me. The shadow was naturally an attack of the Dao Extreme level. It looked like some kind of black beast, and it lunged at me, biting down!
The attack looked terrifying, but in truth, its Dao Extreme level was only at the Second Extreme. I shook my head without even moving my hand, and in an instant, I scattered the thing with the Time Laws. This Great Dao of Devouring was far too reckless. At this level, forget using it to pick my teeth—it could not even make me itch.