Changsun Ting stood within the Dao Palace of Change and Constancy, gazing impassively at Li Fuyuan's every move below.
He had already reported the present situation to the Profound Court. At the moment, he was not the only one observing what was happening below.
Those who cultivated the Chaos Dao had a mutual sense of one another. Once Li Fuyuan achieved success in his cultivation, any subsequent practitioner of the Chaos Dao who appeared would be able to perceive it.
According to Qiu Si, who had read the Chaos Dao Codex, the higher one's cultivation, the wider the range of one's perception. Thus, once one's cultivation reached the Upper Layer, one could not only seize a portion of the Chaos Dao's fortune first, but also use it to learn of cultivators whose attainments lay beneath one's own.
To ensure that no mishap occurred, this disciple remained under his observation throughout the entire process. Should he show even the slightest sign of inclining toward a chaos monster, Changsun Ting would immediately act and destroy him.
Within Bamboo Grove Daoist Temple, Li Fuyuan did not know what he was cultivating. At first, he had set his sights on surpassing his previous life, his heart brimming with confidence. Yet the moment he began cultivating, he felt countless disturbances surging in like a tide, as though innumerable stray noises and shattered rays of light were wildly flitting before his eyes.
It left him restless and irritable, unable to settle his mind no matter what he did.
In truth, this was merely the first hurdle after entering the path. If a cultivator could not adapt, it would be difficult to advance smoothly to higher levels, and the entire process would become extraordinarily arduous. Much of the information in the Chaos Dao did not actually come