To use an old example that had stood for thousands of years: when erecting towering buildings, one had to use the toughest materials for the foundation. Otherwise, how could it support the grandeur of the structure?
Although Chen Nan had only seen cultivation in wildly fabricated novels, the underlying principles were not far off.
Besides, over the past few months, he had read quite a few books and learned the precautions involved in cultivation. What they particularly emphasized was also a matter of foundation.
Therefore, Chen Nan did not dare rush ahead too recklessly in cultivation.
If he failed to understand it properly and blindly pursued rapid progress, he could not judge what problems might emerge later.
A slip of an inch could lead to an error of a thousand miles. Matters of foundation were precisely what one could not afford to take lightly.
After much consideration, Chen Nan decided to set his vow aside for the time being. He needed to first straighten out his own path of cultivation.
As for why Chen Nan insisted on tinkering with this rather than choosing one path and cultivating it to the end, it was simply because he had loftier goals for his future.
He had carefully reflected on everything he had experienced before Wang Bodan's grave.
He did not seek to become the strongest being, but he absolutely wanted to be the freest.
At the very least, he wanted to be beyond the control of any living thing. He would not need to flatter others or play the clever fool; nor would he need to exploit others or kill with a borrowed knife.
He wanted to speak when his heart felt like speaking, laugh when he felt like laughing, and leave the moment he wanted to leave, with no one able