Martial Cultivator

Chen Chao followed the drifting white mist. After walking for an unknown amount of time, he began to see some greenery ahead.

The white mist started to thin.

Chen Chao looked at the forest in front of him and the visible greenery. He was certain that the white mist here was much less dense compared to outside, and he nodded with satisfaction, feeling rather happy.

Yun Jianyue had never been to this place, so he could only guess a little. However, Chen Chao had been here before and was very clear where the girl was located. The thinner white mist indicated that this must be the core area of the ancient ruin.

However, the core area of this ruin was likely quite vast. It was not necessarily easy for Chen Chao to find that place either.

The cloud of white mist dissipated and could no longer be seen.

Chen Chao knew that its mission had ended here. There was no use trying to control it any longer. What came next would depend on luck.

However, after he took a deep breath, he started laughing.

Previously, Yun Jianyue had noticed that his cultivation was partially restored here. Now, Chen Chao naturally also discovered that his cultivation had partially recovered too.

Perhaps it was due to the thinner white mist or some other reason, but regardless of the reason, as long as his cultivation could be slightly restored, it was a good thing.

With some restored cultivation base, Chen Chao felt a little more confident. But, he was also rather worried.

While he had previously stated that he was going to beat Yun Jianyue, that daoist genius was a true genius of the current era after all. In this era of young people, he could rank amongst the top three. Chen Chao was a few years younger than him and had cultivated for significantly fewer years. He was a martial artist too, there was a huge gap between the two of them. If they both possessed cultivation base, it would likely be difficult for Chen Chao to win.

Back then, what Chen Chao was eyeing was that cultivation could not be used inside the ruin. Under this kind of circumstances, he felt that no matter what means the other party had, he could win.

But now, with a cultivation base, it would be a different story.

Yun Jianyue's cultivation had reached the peak of Bitter Sea Realm years ago, and he was just a step away from Great Beyond Realm.

With his current cultivation realm, Yun Jianyue could easily hold high positions in many small sects. If he took another step forward, he might even become the leader of those sects.

Chen Chao was not afraid. In fact, he was somewhat excited. He thought that engaging in a battle would not hurt, even if the outcome was uncertain.

As he contemplated these matters, he walked through the forest. Looking at the towering ancient trees and the plants that were already very rarely seen now, he felt rather emotional too.

Time could often be easily felt in some specific things, such as the wrinkles that gradually appeared on someone's face, or trees that had grown for many years without being cut down.

As well as continuously growing cultivation realm.

Deep within this ancient ruin, it was likely that very few people had set foot in many years. Chen Chao from many years ago, should have been the first?

Chen Chao could not be bothered to dwell on this. He only knew that in the countless years that had passed, there had probably been very few visitors who appeared here.

In the endless annals of history, this area just existed quietly, allowing the years to slowly pass, hundreds and thousands of years.

Regardless of whether was it humanity or the demons, the history of all written records was just a thousand over years.

However, everyone knew that the history they existed stretched far beyond a thousand years. The scriptures from the buddhist land's sects could serve as proof. But how these scriptures came about, the specifics as to which year it was brought in, and by whom it was brought, remained shrouded in mystery.

In essence, they all knew that at the end of the history they were aware of, there was still more history.

These ancient ruins were also one of the proof.

No sects had ever recorded such an ancient ruin. The secular dynasties' history books also did not have the corresponding content. These ancient ruins had all been discovered by chance.

In that case, the ancient ruins were nothing more than what was left after some ancient sects were destroyed.

Then, why were they destroyed?

This was what all cultivators... no, at least, it was the answer that those big shots wanted to know.

They had always been very interested in history.

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The Great Liang Dynasty ruled the entire southern part of the world in name, and was in a standoff with the demon race. However, within the borders of the country, there were many areas where the Great Liang Dynasty could not even set foot. All of these places were where the various major sects were located.

The foreign cultivators, foreign sects, foreign cultivation world, they had always been the true ruler of the human race.

Yet, in a world made up of cultivators, some places were bound to be unique.

In the South of the Great Liang Dynasty, there was a small town named Ancient Creek Town. This town was tiny and even farther from the state capital. Many people had virtually never left this place and considered it a paradise.

Many others had heard of it and tried to settle there, but none succeeded.

Outside of the Great Liang Dynasty's Divine Capital, life for the majority of common people was very challenging. It was because there were many demons in the world and the demons ate humans. They were just ordinary civilians who could not fend off these demons. They could only rely on the wardens of the Great Liang Dynasty for protection. However, not every warden was like Chen Chao, there were many examples of Rainwater Commandery.

Of course, there was another possibility. If, by chance, a cultivation sect happened to be located near a county or state capital, and its cultivators were unwilling to tolerate the presence of demons in the area, then the local civilians would not have to worry about demons appearing. But after they no longer had to worry about demons, they had to worry about something else.

That was the cultivators themselves.

From a certain perspective, there was not much difference between cultivators and the demons. The demons ate people, when cultivators did not like something, they would murder people as they pleased too.

In their eyes, human life was as insignificant as weeds, and all life was no more than pigs or dogs.

In their eyes, ordinary people could be killed at will, as they saw fit.

The Great Liang's laws, which Chen Chao kept bringing up, often amounted to nothing more than a blank sheet of paper.

However, this place was an exception.

A group of daoists lived here.

A group who did not like demons, nor were they particularly fond of the mortal world's daoists.

Because they did not like demons, they eliminated all the demons within a radius of several thousand miles. Although it was somewhat troublesome at first, it was fortunate that the daoists in that daoist temple were really very strong. Even though their numbers were small, it would suffice if the powerful daoists took on more tasks.

So, many years ago, these daoists eradicated all the demons within a radius of several thousand miles. Over these many years, not many new demons had appeared within several thousand miles of this area.

It was even less likely for them to come to Ancient Creek Town to eat humans right under the nose of that daoist temple.

As a result, the civilians here had never suffered from demon attacks.

As for those daoists, in the beginning, they went up and down the mountain every day. Presumably, the daoist temple cultivated the Great Dao and studied countless records, why would they bother with the common people? Thus, there were no reports of these daoists killing civilians for no reason.

They were not necessarily good people, but the way they did things was a good thing to these ordinary folks.

So, during the initial years, these daoists simply did what they wanted to do and became people that those civilians felt grateful towards. Eventually, every family began to appreciate those daoists. Over time, no matter how indifferent the daoists on the mountain felt, they could not bring themselves to kill anyone indiscriminately.

Thus, in the days that followed, this Ancient Creek Town truly became an excellent place to live. With the daoist temple watching over them, its residents lived comfortably.

That daoist temple was located at the source of the stream in Ancient Creek Town.

The origin of Ancient Creek Town was the small stream that flowed from the mountains.

This small stream had no name, and neither did the mountain. The stream originated from the mountain and flowed gently down.

The existence of the stream and the daoist temple in the mountain dated back much earlier than the existence of Ancient Creek Town itself, even much earlier than the Great Liang Dynasty.

That was true foundation.

Yes, there was absolutely no daoist in the world today who dared to mention the word foundation in front of the Infatuation Daoist Temple.

This daoist temple had a very strange name.

Infatuation, Infatuation.

This name should originally be found in storybooks or novels, where women become infatuated because of men.

For daoist cultivators, the emphasis was to stay far away from worldly desires. Although there was no need to completely sever romantic relationships, it was usually kept a secret. Very few people would engage in such matters.

But, this daoist temple was called Infatuation Daoist Temple.

Back then, the daoist who founded this daoist temple named it Infatuation for some unknown reason.

At that time, the daoist temple was ordinary. Naturally, nothing would happen. Later, this daoist temple became the most remarkable daoist temple in the world, and no one dared to say anything anymore.

No one in Daoism dared to look down on this daoist temple.

Because not only has this daoist temple existed for the longest of time, it also had the most powerful daoist in Daoism.