This World Doesn't Care About Reason, Only Fists

It took Jiang Ming two years, relying on the Dao Scripture Guidance Chapter, to sense the Sea of Bitterness and Life Wheel and step into the Sea of Bitterness Realm.

For the next six years, he had steadily opened up his Sea of Bitterness bit by bit.

Don't think his cultivation speed was slow. Look at that old thief Han Bugua—at a hundred and forty-eight years old, he was only a Life Spring cultivator.

The six grotto-heavens and blessed lands of Yan Kingdom were more like a beginner's village. The cultivators here were generally weak, giving Ye Fan time to grow.

Jiang Ming's previous cultivation had never possessed such terrifying might. The Heavenly Tyrant Body truly lived up to its name. The Nine Divine Forms were all imprinted deep within the origin of his Life Wheel. As he cultivated the Shrouding Method, they would gradually be developed.

Since that was the case.

He could no longer remain in Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven. He needed to continue searching for heavenly treasures, open up his Sea of Bitterness, and cultivate the Great Freedom Sword Art.

All of that required cultivation resources.

Although the Heavenly Tyrant Body had not been cursed, and its resource requirements were nowhere near as outrageous as those of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.

Its powerful constitution naturally required resources to support it. Besides, he cultivated two methods, both of which needed resources.

Jiang Ming silently circulated the profound cultivation method within the Yaoguang Scripture. Within his Sea of Bitterness, the Nine Divine Forms reflected a trace of their might through purple qi.

At dawn, the hazy purple qi outside and strands of golden sunlight were drawn over, shrouding and scattering above his cultivation cave. Inside, purple radiance blazed brilliantly. Only when Jiang Ming slowly finished his cultivation did it gradually recede. The sounds of ocean waves, thunder, and Dragon-and-Phoenix Cry also slowly faded until everything returned to calm. All light abruptly withdrew, as though everything that had happened earlier had been an illusion.

Outside the cave abode.

Not only had Han Yishui been drawn over, but Han Bugua, their disciples, and even several elders of Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven had been alarmed.

Because of the uniqueness of the technique, the Yaoguang Scripture was a particularly conspicuous cultivation method. Creating such a huge commotion had truly exceeded Jiang Ming's expectations.

However, no matter what, Jiang Ming did not fear these old fossils of Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven. Even if someone harbored ill intentions, it did not matter.

Those with ill intentions would likewise have ill intentions when they encountered Ye Fan in the future. At that time, Ye Fan could harvest them, and Jiang Ming could claim the rewards.

Those without ill intentions would not develop malicious thoughts even upon seeing Ye Fan, so naturally, they would not need to die.

"Master, who is cultivating inside? How could there be such a phenomenon?"

Han Yishui's eldest disciple was a Divine Bridge Realm cultivator. He looked around fifty, but he had merely preserved his appearance well. He was already seventy years old.

Han Yishui had accepted him as a disciple when he was eighty. Han Yishui's talent was inferior even to this disciple's. At eighty, he had only been a Life Spring cultivator.

Han Yishui valued this eldest disciple greatly. At such a young age, he had already become a Divine Bridge cultivator, with cultivation equal to his own.

There was also his favored second disciple. At sixty-five, she was already a Divine Bridge cultivator. She was a female cultivator who appeared to be around forty, with lovely features. She looked to her master, waiting for his answer.

The others also looked over eagerly. In truth, they had long heard some rumors and merely wanted their master to confirm them.

"Yes, he is a friend your martial uncle met while training outside. He comes from Mount Sumeru in the Western Desert. It seems there can be no mistake now. Such a cultivation phenomenon is truly astonishing.

I heard that only true disciples of sacred lands can display such might when cultivating."

As more and more people gathered, Han Yishui knew fire could not be wrapped in paper, so he simply spoke with a sigh.

Even if he had entertained crooked thoughts of killing that monk Sanzang or imprisoning him to seize his inheritance and secret arts.

Given the current situation, it was clearly unsuitable to act within Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven.

He also needed to carefully question his foolish younger brother about that monk Sanzang. How strong was he in battle? What was his cultivation?

In any case, Han Yishui had not discerned the monk's true nature in the slightest.

When his divine sense swept over, it was immediately shredded by a strand of sharp aura. When he looked with his Dharma Eye, all he saw was a Radiant Glazed Buddha Dharma Form.

What the hell was there left to look at?

If that Dharma Form was real, then it was terrifying.

This fellow was, at the very least, the descendant of some major power from the Western Desert.

But for now, what he saw was probably real.

The master of Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven was finally alerted as well.

The master of Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven wore a purple Daoist robe surrounded by faint purple qi. It was clearly a Spirit Artifact-grade Dharma robe. He certainly had not refined it himself; it was most likely an inheritance of Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven or an opportunity he had obtained.

With a sweep of his wide sleeve, hazy purple qi spread around him. Like a flash of azure rainbow light, he appeared in the crowd and looked toward Jiang Ming's cultivation cave.

"Grotto-Heaven Master."

Everyone immediately bowed slightly and clasped their fists in greeting. Judging by their etiquette, it was the same as the Daoist fist-clasping and sword-finger salute.

After all, the origin of the inheritance here came from Earth in this world.

There, before the Mythological Era, lay the origin of the Ancient Heavenly Court founded by Emperor.

After the Desolate Heavenly Emperor severed eternity, no one remembered anything that had happened in the distant past. As far as the story of the Shrouding the Heavens era was concerned, the entire age encompassed by Shrouding the Heavens was merely one calendar era, which could be called the Shrouding Era Calendar.

"Mm. I already know some of what happened. A venerable monk from the Western Desert?

Sanzang—burying heaven, burying earth, burying oneself. The Great Dao is vast and distant, while immortality is difficult to seek. From his Dharma name alone, one can tell that this master's inheritance is of extraordinary origin. Listen carefully, all of you. Do not entertain any improper thoughts. The foundation of the Western Desert is not something a tiny Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven can touch.

Just treat that master as though he were a core descendant of a Desolate Ancient Family."

The master of Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven spoke thus.

As the master of a grotto-heaven and blessed land, he had broader knowledge. He knew very well that not just any cultivation method could trigger phenomena. At the very least, it had to be an inheritance from a scripture of sages.

Not just anyone was qualified to cultivate such an inheritance. Once discovered, it would be reclaimed.

As for how it would be reclaimed, at best, one's cultivation would be crippled and memories erased.

At worst, one would be captured and imprisoned forever, or simply erased and killed.

Those sacred lands and Desolate Ancient Families valued their inheritances more than their lives. Every time one leaked out, it brought a storm of bloodshed. Everyone implicated would suffer misfortune. Even stray dogs caught up in it would be skinned, have their tendons pulled out, their bones crushed, and their ashes scattered.

That was why the master of Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven sternly warned his elders and disciples.

He understood the character of some of them well enough.

As for Ye Fan, no one had bothered with him in the original story because he had no one to rely on and looked easy to bully.

Yet Jiang Ming had announced his origins the moment he appeared and used the Buddhist School's legendary secret art, Buddhland in the Palm. Buddha light had naturally arisen behind his head. No matter how one looked at it, he did not seem like a fraud.

Now, his cultivation had even drawn strange phenomena from heaven and earth, further proving that the ancient scripture he possessed had an astonishing origin.

For a tiny grotto-heaven and blessed land like Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven, the best course upon encountering such a matter was to report it to Yaoguang Sacred Land. They could not bear such pressure and risk.

One misstep could lead to eternal damnation and the destruction of their lineage.

The world of immortal cultivators did not care about reason. It only cared about fists.