Wuluo had been wandering around the Skycloud Realm. On one hand, the mysteries of the Skycloud Realm alone were enough to occupy his exploration for a very long time. On the other, it was because he valued caution.
Among the eleven most powerful worlds, the Skycloud Realm was one of the few that was relatively safe and free.
Take the core Origin World, for instance. This world had another name: the cradle of the strong. But calling it a cradle was generous—it was an entire gu-breeding pit, a colossal grinding mill. At every moment, countless gifted geniuses confidently believed they could make a name for themselves in the Origin World, contend against the myriad Daos, and achieve the Great Dao.
Yet when one path succeeded, ten thousand bones withered. Beneath every road to invincibility lay heaps upon heaps of heaven-chosen skeletons.
Geniuses were always confident. Geniuses as cautious as Wuluo were few.
Or rather, it was not that they were not prudent—it was that they were confident enough.
However, on this world's path, if one wished to attain the Dao, one had no choice but to fight. Only by contending against the myriad Daos and gathering boundless fortune could one possibly merge with the Dao.
Every one of this world's ten Dao Integrators had fought their way out like that—slaughtering their way through the Origin World, seizing boundless destiny, and achieving Dao Integration.
Wuluo was naturally interested in Dao Integration. Back when the Skycloud King had made his move and blown apart the Bone Giant with a single punch, Wuluo had seen it all clearly.
But unfortunately, that path did not suit Wuluo.
He had always fought only crushing battles. He had no interest whatsoever in contending against the myriad Daos.
He was not skilled at competing with those of