Nothing More Than the Sole Dao

The Celestial Immortals who came to invite him were all shrewd people. Every one of them was exceedingly polite, with none of the wild arrogance or nose-in-the-air behavior found in storybooks. Even when Lu Ren refused without hesitation, they showed no negative reaction.

Instead, they left with smiles on their faces.

Lu Ren's combat strength was world-shaking, comparable to the Celestial Immortal Pinnacle. Setting aside the Heaven Splitting artifact he possessed, the two axe strikes he had unleashed in the Deep Sea Zone alone had terrified the Celestial Immortals. No one had expected that Celestial Immortals, like mortal beings, would be cut down like grass by two swings of an axe. It made their scalps tingle.

Anyone would covet a Heaven Splitting artifact, but they still had to find a way to obtain it. Charging in headfirst would be nothing more than delivering themselves to their deaths.

Lu Ren's strength was right there for all to see. If they truly wanted to do something, they had to weigh whether they were qualified. The axe in Lu Ren's hand had no eyes.

Time passed bit by bit. Lu Ren had no intention of leaving. Hanging Mountain had not yet become uninhabitable. As long as he was a little more careful and kept a lower profile, he could naturally avoid the eye of the storm.

Yet Lu Ren also understood that ever since Qing Cheng had exposed the fact that he carried the Heaven Splitting Axe after the Deep Sea Zone incident, every move he made had fallen under the watch of those with ulterior motives. Lu Ren had noticed as much himself.

One day, Huang Gong sneaked into Lu Ren's room. Only after confirming that no one had noticed did he lower his voice like a thief and say, "Fellow Daoist