Cultivation: I Signed in with the Talent of an Immortal at the Start

Chapter 531: Master Baiʼs Teachings the Demon Ancestorʼs Philosophy of Survival

Little White’s actions also caught the attention of many Disciples in the Dao Palace.

Especially Lin Potian, seeing this scene, immediately recalled some things he had seen in the mortal world.

It was said that those famous and powerful generals, when facing the chief eunuchs who had served by the emperor’s side for decades and gained deep trust, had to be polite and even try to curry favor.

If that chief eunuch whispered in the emperor’s ear and gave you a hard time, you would truly have suffering but no way to voice it.

How similar this was; the attitude of these Primordial Beings toward Little White was one of respect mixed with flattery, and caution permeated with humility.

“Master Bai’s considerations are thorough, this little beast is infinitely grateful!”

“Master Bai is right to point that out, I’ll go right away!”

“Please look after me in the future, Master Bai!”

Seeing the once-infamous Primordial giants acting so cowardly in front of Little White, some Disciples wanted to laugh but didn’t dare, struggling to hold it in.

However, after Little White had his fun, he took his newly recruited lackey, the Evil Qilin, and went off to show off his power.

Xiao Hong appeared at some point, standing on the eaves of a distant palace building, watching this scene with a flash of speechlessness in her eyes.

“Look at that Hydra, Master Bai spoke to it and it nodded all nine heads at once, like it was pounding garlic…”

“And that Giant Turtle, Master Bai told it to carry a mountain, and it was actually quite happy? Saying thank you to Master Bai for the chance to stretch its limbs?”

“It’s said that Master Bai has been a companion of the Grandmaster since his humble beginnings.”

“Really?”

“Of course, the Senior Brother said so himself.”

The Disciples’ whispers naturally couldn’t escape the perception of the Evil Qilin and other Primordial Beings.

They became even more certain of their judgment: the waters in this Dao Palace were deep!

“We were imprisoned by the Dao Ancestor back then because we didn’t follow the right person.”

The Evil Qilin and other Primordial Beings communicated secretly.

This Little White Tiger might be the kind of partner who accompanied the Dao Venerable through countless tribulations, but something happened, so although its cultivation level appeared low, its status was actually transcendent.

Thus, after Little White’s “onboarding training,” which was a mix of bluffing and half-truths, the Primordial Vicious Beasts that once stirred up trouble honestly headed to their respective “workstations” with deep respect for Master Bai.

As for when they could truly integrate into the Dao Palace or even earn respect through their strength, that was a story for another time.

At least for now, under Master Bai’s teachings, they deeply understood the first rule of survival in this Xuantian Dao Palace—strength is important, but following the right boss and not offending the ‘veterans’ around him is even more important…

On the other side.

Inside Xuantian Hall, time and space seemed to stagnate, with only endless Chaos dao-rhythm rising and falling like tides, surrounding the chaos green lotus blooming with dim clear light in the center, and the quiet figure on the lotus platform.

Han Xuanji spared a bit of attention, glancing at Little White, who was trying hard to maintain his “Senior’s dignity” while his tail was practically wagging with pride, and those submissive Primordial Beings; the corners of his mouth curled up almost imperceptibly.

Little White still had some sense of propriety; this bit of fooling around didn’t matter.

At this moment, Han Xuanji’s mind completely sank into his body, and the heart of nothingness he had obtained from the System was currently floating in front of him.

“The Great Dao of Nothingness, the end where all things return to silence…”

Han Xuanji’s Divine Thought touched this crystal, and immediately, an icy intent that seemed to dissolve all Concepts of existence seeped through.

If not for his extremely stable Dao foundation and the protection of several great dao sacred artifacts, just touching this essence might have shaken his Dao Heart or even caused him to be assimilated by it.

“Refine.”

With a thought, Han Xuanji activated his Cultivation Technique, and his vast power, which had already stepped into the Limitless Primordial Realm, turned into strands of Great Dao Laws, acting like precise scalpels to carefully “analyze” this heart of nothingness.

Even for Han Xuanji, this was not a simple process.

Time lost its meaning within Xuantian Hall.

Faintly, within the dao-rhythm surrounding him, in addition to the original Concepts of Chaos, Creation, Space-Time, and Fate, a heart-palpitating sense of “Nothingness” began to appear; however, this “Nothingness” was not for destruction or negative effects, but seemed to become a part of his existence…

Meanwhile, in the Demon Domain, a place far from the Immortal Realm and the Thirty-Three Heavens.

The interior of the hall was deep and dark, never seeing the light of day, and the air was heavy, making it hard to breathe.

Many figures gathered within, and the leader was none other than the Demon Ancestor.

The Nine Lives Emperor Lord and other Demon Race powerhouses lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

In the eyes of all the Demon Race powerhouses present, there was a fear that was hard to conceal.

The Lord of Ten Thousand Voids, a terrifying existence from the same era as the Immortal Ancestor, had been forcefully suppressed by Han Xuanji, and many Primordial Beings had even joined the Xuantian Dao Palace camp as followers.

And the Demon Race, in recent years, had basically been on passive defense, not daring to step a single foot into the Immortal Realm.

For no other reason than the Demon Race now completely lacked the courage to start an all-out war with the creatures of the Immortal Realm.

Because as long as that Great Heavenly Venerable took action, the Demon Race might all be finished in an instant.

Many Demon Race powerhouses speculated that the reason Han Xuanji didn’t act was simply to use the Demon Race as a whetstone for his Disciples, but if this whetstone led to any bad results, then there would be no need for it to exist.

In fact, even the Demon Ancestor felt somewhat powerless now.

For the Demon Ancestor, he really had no more tricks left.

His true body had once vied with the Immortal Ancestor, plotted against the Dao Ancestor, and laid out plans for eternity, treating the heavens and myriad worlds as a chessboard; even giants in the Chaos like the Lord of Greed and the Lord of Ten Thousand Voids were merely targets of his schemes.

However, Han Xuanji’s appearance had completely disrupted all of his calculations.

“Where on earth… did he come from?”

The Demon Ancestor frantically thought of ways to break the deadlock.

But even after racking his brain, he couldn’t find any good solution.

After a long time.

“You all… are in fear.”

The Demon Ancestor was the first to speak, his voice betraying no emotion.

There was only a heart-palpitating calm.

No one dared to respond, but silence itself was the answer.

“Hmph!”

The Demon Ancestor let out a cold snort, and the pressure he emitted caused the few nearby Demon Race Primordial Chaos Golden Immortal Realm experts to almost kneel.

“Xuantian Dao Venerable’s strength… has indeed exceeded my initial estimates.”

It rarely admitted such a thing, which caused the demons below to be slightly stunned.

“However, the Chaos is vast, and eras cycle; there has never been an eternally invincible existence!”

The Demon Ancestor’s voice suddenly rose, carrying an indescribable tone.

“Within the Chaos, variables are infinite!”

“That Xuantian Dao Venerable, even if his edge is matchless at this moment, how do we know he has no weaknesses? How do we know he won’t decline after reaching his peak?”

He paused, letting these words ferment in the hearts of the demons, then changed the subject:

“What our Demon Race is best at is lurking and waiting for an opportunity! Not showing off momentary bravery.”

“Pass down my decree—”

The Demon Ancestor’s voice echoed in the depths of every Demon Race powerhouse’s Divine Soul:

“First, full contraction! All Demon Race forces active in the Immortal Realm and Chaos regions near the Immortal Realm must immediately withdraw to the depths of the Demon Domain in the most secretive manner and must not actively provoke any incidents again.”

“Second, reinforce the defenses! Block all known paths and dimensional rifts leading to the core of the Demon Domain; from this day forth, the Demon Domain enters a state of ‘Eternal Night Silence’.”

If I can’t beat you, can’t I at least hide?

The Demon Ancestor’s idea was simple: since you’re so powerful, I’ll just stop provoking you, okay?