However, there was no such thing as a free lunch. Every gift of fate had its price secretly marked.
Heavenly Dao Merit seemed omnipotent, but in truth, it was nothing more than a castle in the air.
Using Heavenly Dao Merit to raise one's cultivation realm was no longer merely taking a shortcut. It was completely sacrificing everything one had to the other party.
Even the cultivation realm one gained, though it appeared to belong to oneself, was actually still the other party's.
Of course, perhaps the beings of the Primordial World could not look at it that way.
To Bai Yu, the Primordial World and the Primordial Heavenly Dao were merely scenery encountered on his path to the summit.
But to the countless beings of the Primordial World, the Primordial Heavenly Dao was that summit. It was the end of the world.
To use a not entirely appropriate example—
In an ordinary ancient world without any supernatural powers—
The Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World was equivalent to the emperor of that ancient world.
And what the countless beings of the Primordial World thought about was how to pass the Imperial Examination and enter officialdom, how to enter the imperial court, and how to become chancellors and marquises.
In short, they wanted to draw close to the emperor, the pinnacle of power.
Those with greater ambition only wanted to stand below one person and above ten thousand.
The emperor was that one person above them.
And what about Bai Yu?
He did not want to pass the Imperial Examination and enter officialdom, nor did he want to enter the imperial court. He had no interest in becoming a chancellor or a marquis either.
Then rebel and become emperor himself?
Bai Yu did not want that either!
So what did