Disciple, you are invincible, go down the mountain and harm your fiancée.

Li Daofeng explained everything, saying that he originally wanted to keep a low profile, but he just couldn't. He wanted to be high-profile and slowly build up his strength, but that didn't work either, so he decided to hurry up and get things done.

When faced with absolute power, all threats are nothing but bullshit.

Therefore, Li Daofeng decided to go into seclusion for a period of time to break through his strength and further improve his abilities.

With his current strength, he believed he could deal with anyone. However, he didn't know if there were any ancient monsters in this world who had lived for tens of thousands of years. If there were such monsters, he didn't know how strong they were or whether he could deal with them.

His cultivation level had no concept of realms. Ever since he came up the mountain, his lecherous master told him that cultivation level should never be judged by realms, and he has no concept of realms.

This cultivation method is good, but the only downside is that he always feels inadequate and likes himself to be a complete noob.

So every time he fought someone, he went all out. Sometimes he felt he was already very good, but every time, he felt he might die. So every time he fought someone, he was fully prepared.

Now he has offended everyone in the entire Xuan Realm who could be offended. It can be said that everyone wants to kill him and no one wants him to live.

So he pushed his abilities to the limit, and if anyone came looking for death, he would grant their wish, one by one.

When he first arrived, he thought that once he had terrified and killed the enemy, his world would be peaceful, and no one would bother him anymore.

But later, he thought that by keeping a low profile, others might not notice him. However, he later realized that it seemed that he was just wishfully thinking that things were as they were.

It's not that if you keep a low profile, people won't come looking for you. But right now! He feels that everything is wrong, and the right path is still the same old path: kill!

Only when you kill your opponent to the point of fear, to the point that they dare not approach, to the point that they tremble at the mere mention of your name, will no one dare to bother you anymore.

The principle is actually quite simple, and there are many examples of this, both in his previous homeland and in this higher-level Xuan Realm.

For example, isn't the Netherworld organization in my hometown, and the temple in this plane, all like this?

Both the Netherworld Organization and the Temple are extremely detestable, like rats crossing the street, yet no one dares to do anything to them.

No force dares to do anything to them. Even if assassins from the temple come out, no power dares to provoke them.

Is it that they don't want to? No, it's that they don't want to kill these assassins, of course not. It's that they don't dare. If they dared, the temple would have been destroyed long ago.

The reason why the temple has been able to continue for tens of millions of years is because the temple is too powerful. Everyone in the world is terrified of the temple's assassins. Because they are so afraid, they dare not make a move.

They dared not do anything to the temple, because they all knew that provoking the temple meant endless assassination attempts.

No matter who they are, young or old, men or women, they will all be targeted by the temple assassins. Given the chance, the assassins will kill everyone.

These people are afraid to take risks, so now no one dares to provoke the temple, because they are terrified of being killed.

So Li Daofeng thought that he could also kill without restraint, and one day he would terrify them. Perhaps only on that day would these people fear him, would he intimidate them, and would he be like a temple, never to be attacked again.

With that thought in mind, Li Daofeng didn't hesitate any longer. He sent his woman into the world of the Mountain and River Map, then went to the cave in Tiankui Mountain, entered the Yin-Yang Tower, and began to cultivate.

Li Daofeng sat cross-legged at the deepest part of the Yin-Yang Tower, his spiritual energy surging like a tide, with black and white energies swirling around him, like the primordial chaos at the beginning of time. He closed his eyes and concentrated his mind, sinking into his dantian. The nameless golden core there had long surpassed the ordinary cultivator's understanding of "realm"—it did not follow the nine realms of the Heavenly Dao, nor was it bound by the Five Elements Law. Instead, it used killing as nourishment and life and death as a whetstone, tempering its own Dao in countless bloody battles.

"Since this world only recognizes the strong, then I will be the strongest." He silently recited in his heart, slowly bringing his palms together. His true essence exploded within him, only to be reassembled in an instant. An unprecedented sense of oppression spread from within the tower, even causing the spiritual veins of Tiankui Mountain to tremble.

Within the world of the Landscape Painting, several women sensed the unusual phenomena in the outside world and looked up at the void. Su Qingxue gripped the jade hairpin in her hand tightly and whispered, "He's started again... This time, it seems he's truly going to take that step." Her eyes held both worry and pride. They all knew that every time Li Daofeng went into seclusion, he was risking his life. And this time, he might face not only a breakthrough in cultivation but also the ultimate trial of his inner demons.

Within the Yin-Yang Tower, illusions abound. Enemies who once lay dead at his hands reappear one by one—elders from the seven major sects of the Xuan Realm, shadow assassins sent by the Divine Temple, and even his trusted but betrayed fellow disciples. They roared and cursed, transforming into countless sharp blades that pierced his soul.

"You're nothing but a madman! You'll be annihilated by the Heavenly Dao sooner or later!"

"A bloodthirsty nature will eventually lead to demonic possession, from which there is no eternal rebirth!"

Li Daofeng's lips curled into a cold smile: "Demon? Dao? Who set these rules? If Heaven cannot tolerate me, then I will sever Heaven!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, golden light surging within them, and with a punch, the illusion shattered. At the same time, the nameless golden core within his body suddenly cracked open, and a purer primordial power burst forth—not a Nascent Soul, not a Deity Transformation, but a form never recorded in any ancient text: a "Battle Soul" condensed from killing intent and will.

At this moment, he finally understood what his old lecherous master had said: "Realm is the shackle of the weak; the true strong create their own rules."