Zhai Zhu

My grandfather is very eccentric, performing daily rituals of offering incense to himself, standing in front of his own spirit tablet and eating candles.
Villagers are fearful of my grandfather.
I am fearful of him too.
Later, I discovered that what they were afraid of was not my grandfather, but me.
Even grandfather is afraid of me.
...
My name is Chen Shi.
The Chen of honesty, the Shi of sincerity.

Above the Great Dao

The terrain in the mountains changed frequently, and one wrong step could leave one lost among the hills. Chen Shi often ventured into the mountains, but if he wasn't careful, he would still get lost.


Now, the stone ship was like a bright beacon in Qianyang Mountain, constantly emitting a rosy glow that guided them.


What was even more terrifying was the clash between those who had reached the Primordial Spirit level. The fluctuations emitted, even weakened by layers of mountains and trees, still made Chen Shi's heart skip a beat when they reached him. It was as if an invisible wave had pierced through his heart, causing his heart to either stop abruptly or race.


Those who had cultivated their Primordial Spirit were just that powerful.


"Sir Li faked his death to escape, making the stone ship the focal point of the heroes' contention, while he himself could watch coldly from the sidelines. Indeed, it's a clever strategy."


Chapter 127 Heaven Listeners