Three Realms of Cultivation

On Ink Star, Ning Chen arrived with Yin'er. The Yellow Springs Divine Restriction sealed away all demonic energy, and within his dantian qihai, only the vortex of Phoenix Essence continued to turn.

A clear breeze brushed past. Beneath his drifting black hair was a somewhat handsome face, and in those deep, dark eyes, not a trace of human emotion could be seen.

Ning Chen had chosen to seal his own power, because the Lord of Ink Star was among the beings closest to a true immortal in the Red Luan Starfield. If he did not do this, his identity would very likely be exposed.

The two traveled onward, passing through one great city after another, observing local customs and hearing of all the affairs of the world.

Ink Star revered martial arts. Warriors could be found everywhere, and even Xiantian cultivators were no longer rare. Of course, the overwhelming majority of Xiantian cultivators were in the Five Tribulations Realm. Experts above the Three Calamities were still few and far between.

After Ning Chen sealed his demonic essence, his cultivation fell back to the Half-Venerable Realm. However, unless one was an expert above the Human Sovereign level, no one else could detect his cultivation. Little Yin'er was only at the postnatal Seventh-Rank, so common that she was hardly different from the masses filling the streets.

The two headed west all the way, keeping a low profile and remaining calm, traveling toward the Ink Lord's Dao altar just like the many warriors who had come drawn by its fame.

Ink Mountain, Message Peak—a paradise in the human world. Upon a Dao platform, the Ink Lord expounded the Dao. Clad in white robes, he possessed the bearing of an immortal and the bones of the Dao. Below him, experts from great inheritances and