Chenxi stood up and said goodbye to Su Ping.

As the barrier opened, Su Ping also saw other candidates for Taoist practice outside. He nodded slightly. Before discussing Taoism with Chenxi, he also had contact with these candidates for Taoism. Although he was a rival to each other before, now he had no competition and had a good chat. Su Ping did not feel murderous aura or hostility from them, except Zhan Wushuang.

Thinking of this, Su Ping glanced at Zhan Wushuang in the crowd, his expression did not change. He waved his hand to them, then stood up and returned to his divine peak.

Time passes.

Su Ping continued to practice in Tiandaoyuan for another half month before returning to the store.

In the past half a month, Su Ping and Old Chan asked for a lot of knowledge about the secret techniques of the universe. Now they have become more comfortable in controlling the power of the universe. Some of the doubts in their hearts have been solved. Although he is still in the realm of the Gods, his combat power is already comparable to the highest level of supreme.

"It's a pity that my universe has no heart of Tao, and all the Taos have no heart, like a plate of loose sand, just forcibly condensed. This is the difference from the God Emperor realm..."

Su Ping felt that he was in a bottleneck again. The previous bottleneck was stuck in the realm of the Gods, and now he was stuck in the heart of Concentrating Dao, and he had no thoughts.

How did Tao produce spirits?

Su Ping felt that this seemed to be a difficult problem that could not be solved for a while.
Chapter completed!