Don't Be Too Clever in Life

Li Rui returned to his cave abode on Evergreen Peak, took out a jar of treasured wine, and poured it onto the ground.

He cupped his hands toward the distant horizon.

"Zhang, find somewhere peaceful in your next life."

Though he had been plotted against by a Dao Lord, he had been decisive enough to disperse his Dao himself. As someone in the Celestial Realm, he would naturally be able to reincarnate.

It was simply extremely unlikely that he would be able to cultivate immortality in his next life.

There was no chill in his eyes.

This place was already beyond the Immortal Tree's reach. Dao Lord methods were far too strange; perhaps someone with eyes that could see a thousand miles away might be watching.

The higher one's realm, the more important karma became.

Li Rui had now effectively stepped into the True Lord realm.

If the Jiedao Sect moved against him, it would disrupt his karma and ruin his Great Dao.

That was the enmity of obstructing one's path.

There were two methods: one was to sever his karma with Great Yu, and the other was to sever those who had stirred it up.

Li Rui chose the latter.

Or rather, he had no other choice.

He was not heartless by nature, so how could he cultivate the Ruthless Dao?

He had seen far too many cultivators in the ancient records of Hongwen Pavilion who had forcibly made themselves heartless for the sake of cultivation, only to end in the miserable fate of falling to inner demons.

Only when one's thoughts flowed freely could one go far.

Of course, the cultivator who had acted was unfathomably powerful. Avenging himself in a hundred years would not be too late.

Zhuge Ming did not stand idly by.

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