So,

there must be a new way of cultivation.

Fan Wubing also understood his situation; he couldn’t just find a place to sit like those old tortoises, squatting for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

He carefully analyzed his current "skill tree,"

and came up with two methods,

one is to become a Terminal Daoist and fleece the world’s cultivators. Although he had mastered quite a few complete cosmic daos, all daos had Terminal Daoists. Only one Terminal Daoist can exist for each dao, so he couldn’t enjoy the benefits of being a Terminal Daoist. Unless he went and killed those Terminal Daoists or forced them to surrender their positions voluntarily.

But this method is very risky.

Terminal Daoists are basically figures at the pinnacle of the world.

Offending those at the pinnacle, wouldn’t he just end up being pelted with stones?

Additionally, Fan Wubing, in terms of ideology, couldn’t really accept such actions.

So-called Terminal Daoists, in another sense, aren’t they just great landlords on the Immortal Path? Parasites, hedonists, vested interests blocking cultivators’ paths to ascend. That’s why they uphold the Heavenly Dao, as they are the most authentic "Heavenly Dao believers." Because Terminal Daoists were born under the current Heavenly Dao.

So, this method is not to be considered for now. Discuss it if the opportunity arises later. If it ever got to the point of "letting cultivators suffer while I take the blame," then this world couldn’t be saved anyway.

The second method is to fleece the True Demons.

He remembered very clearly how he had fleeced a lot of True Demons’ resources in the Fallen Immortal Land of Eternal Night Snow Mountain. And that was before the True Demons had fully erupted.

Now, with the True Demons fully erupting, the effect would certainly be better!

After some deep contemplation, Fan Wubing felt this method was feasible.

Moreover, he had reasons he couldn’t avoid going to all the major Fallen Immortal Lands.

Because, the Sword Intent of Peach Blossoms, nine times out of ten, still lingered in those places.

However, he had to find Qingyao first.

Fan Wubing felt the Dao Marriage Shackles attaching him to the cosmic dao. Through these shackles, he could sense Luo Qingyao’s life state at this moment, now her soul and cosmic dao had grown much stronger, he could even further pinpoint her exact location.

"Oh, she’s also in Taiping Continent."

He knew, because Jiang Sha helped hide his Fate, so Luo Qingyao couldn’t actually sense his situation through the Dao Marriage Shackles. If she could, she would have long since come to find him.

After sensing Luo Qingyao’s location, Fan Wubing didn’t linger, he moved in an instant, disappearing from where he stood, leaving only some traces behind.

Although he tried his best to suppress the surge of vital energy, avoiding leaving clear traces, he still couldn’t achieve the spatial leaps of the Cosmic Dao.

Thus far, he had encountered several items and places related to the Cosmic Dao, but none of them could help him comprehend it.

He reckoned, he would have to specifically find a place to learn.

The cosmic dao is different from ordinary cultivation, it can’t be gained just by time accumulation, many times, it truly depends on "destiny."

Not long after, Fan Wubing appeared in a place where mountains connected in the southeastern region of Taiping Continent. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Here, the concentration of immortal energy was relatively low, with fewer beasts in the mountain forests, and the number and quality of cultivators were generally far below other places, much like some remote areas of the Little South Continent. Fan Wubing released his soul, comprehending all environmental information here.

He quickly sensed a unique flavor, causing him to frown slightly, and after gathering his energy, merged with the environment, taking a step into it.

At this moment, with a long sword on her back, Luo Qingyao walked slowly in the heart of the mountains.

She wore loose-fitting dark green attire, her long hair combed into a high ponytail, with two strands of bangs parted to each side from her left forehead. Compared to her former clarity, she now appeared rather cold, every aspect of her aura conveying to outsiders, "Do not approach."

At a certain moment, a gust of wind blew by her side, causing her to glance aside, but she saw nothing peculiar, so she continued forward.

It was noon, the summer sunlight falling in the forest appeared somewhat cold.

Luo Qingyao walked through a windward slope, looking down to see a meandering stream, its water murmuring, with a somewhat unstable small wooden bridge spanning across it, standing there quietly. Across the bridge lay a stone path leading to a mountain village. Between the wafting smoke from cooking fires, she could faintly see villagers returning from their early labors, and on the hillside behind, a few cattle were tied under the shaded trees, lazily swatting flies with their tails.

A scene of peace.

Luo Qingyao stepped onto the small bridge, her shoulders relaxing slightly, crouching by the bridge to gaze at the water below. Gradually, she became a bit lost in thought.

"Where are you from, young lady?" An old farmer came from another small path, intending to cross the bridge, and questioned her upon seeing her.

Luo Qingyao stood up, softly saying, "I’m from Fule City beyond the mountains. Just came to see the scenery here."

The old farmer shook his head, "There’s nothing much to see here." He crossed the bridge with his farm tools, reminding her, "Young lady, the forest is humid at night, don’t stay too long."

"Thank you for the reminder, sir."

"The mountains are quite deep, I don’t know how a young lady like you made it here. If you can’t leave by nightfall, stay in the village, don’t try to travel at night." The old farmer pointed to the distant large mountains, muttering, "You see those mountains? At night, there are mountain demons appearing. In the past, many immortals from outside were eaten by those mountain demons."