Amid the chaos of the ancient ruins, Ye Xingchen watched everything before him without a trace of expression on his face.
As more and more outsiders discovered the palace, he remained as unruffled as an angler seated on his fishing platform.
Watching the people coming and going below, he seemed to have discovered something real? As he slowly studied them, there seemed to be some wondrous presence among these people. Lost in thought, Ye Xingchen paused slightly and instinctively took a few more looks, immediately discovering strands of red thread between them.
On closer inspection, it was not difficult to distinguish these threads. Within them were karma and reincarnation, as well as fluctuations carrying the aura of life's barriers. Smiling broadly, he shook his head slightly. As though he had understood something, he rose to his feet, and the aura around him immediately climbed another level.
"Cultivating the truth, cultivating the truth-in the end, isn't it still yourself you're cultivating? These people before me aren't suitable for me to observe..."
Having risen, Ye Xingchen looked down at Ye Fan and Pang Bo, who had yet to come to their senses, and could not help smiling.
With a sweep of his hand, a trace of his aura immediately appeared on them. He thought that there seemed to be nowhere in these ancient ruins worth staying any longer. With the few multicolored stones he had just obtained, coupled with his present insight, he seemed to have understood how to climb another level.
Shaking his head, Ye Xingchen immediately turned into a wisp of faint light and vanished from the spot.
Three days later, in an ordinary city within the Desolate Forbidden Zone, common folk went back and forth along the streets, their faces calm.
Unlike the nearby kingdoms bustling with cultivators,