Atop a towering mountain in the southeastern region of Ling, the terrain resembled a martial arts arena. Thirty-one disciples were diligently practicing swordsmanship, and their instructor was none other than Daozong himself.
The Cultivation World had once seen Bloodsource slaughter all its Outer Disciples, while nearly half of its Inner Disciples had been killed or wounded. For the final half-year, Daozong had been squeezing every last ounce of potential from the remaining thirty-one Inner Disciples and direct disciples, hoping they would survive when the final battle arrived.
While teaching others, Daozong could also improve his own Basic Cultivation Method. Nurturing others often allowed one standing at the summit to stop and examine the rugged mountain path he had once traveled, reassessing the shortcomings in his foundations.
In the battle at Sand China, Daozong had gone all out and still lost to Guizhong. Rather than crushing his spirit, the defeat awakened Daozong from the narrow perspective that had long convinced him he stood at the pinnacle. He began examining his own flaws, uncovering the areas where he could improve the most, and reforging himself through the most fundamental Basic Cultivation Method.
Three months had now passed. Daozong, who had previously almost never met with disciples and at most exchanged cultivation insights at major assemblies, was now carefully teaching every single one of them. All the disciples had improved by leaps and bounds, but Daozong himself was actually the greatest beneficiary. His seemingly stable foundation had been completely consolidated over these three months of guiding others.
As night drew near, Daozong felt that training had gone on long enough for the day and ended the lesson after one final explanation.
"Rumble!" Thunderclouds churned atop a mountain peak a thousand meters away.
After spending so much time in close contact with Daozong, the