The Dao Cauldron World.

The veil of night was dark like ink while a perfectly round moon hung high above in the night sky, and it emanated bright and clear radiance.

A murmuring stream flowed through a quiet mountain gorge. Chen Xi sat by the stream and gazed up at the moon in the sky while he couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief in his heart.

He’d been constantly traveling carefully throughout the day, and because he was worried about exposing his tracks, he hadn’t chosen to fly high above in the sky.

But even then, he’d still been noticed by many opponents all along the way. Some were from the Dao Institute, some were from the Sovereign Sect and Divine Institute, but there wasn’t a single one from Oracle Mountain.

Chen Xi had no intention to fight them head-on. He’d already obtained an Ancient Dao Engraved Cauldron, so the important matter at hand for him was to protect it, and then converge with the other disciples from Oracle Mountain.

As for fighting and eliminating his opponents, he wouldn’t choose to enter into battle with them unless he had no other choice. After all, once he was entangled in battle with them, then mishaps would be unavoidable.

Fortunately, he’d never utilized his will throughout the period that he was traveling,...