Fairy Tales Are All Lies

The Human Emperor's proclamation shook the world.

The immense temptation of Land Partition and Bestowal of Kingship left many cultivators struggling on the path of cultivation unable to sit still.

Which was more enticing: spending a lifetime amid Qingfeng Mingyue in exchange for an extra century of life, or enjoying wealth, glory, and pleasure for several decades?

For the overwhelming majority of cultivators with no hope of attaining the Great Dao, the latter was clearly more tempting.

Back when the realm had been contested, why had so many minor sects and lone cultivators joined in? Wasn't it all for this?

It could also be put the other way around: precisely because they found the latter more alluring, they had no hope of the Great Dao.

Cause and effect fed into each other.

Qin Yi might have a thousand ties to the mortal world, but in this respect, he truly had the inborn temperament of one who cultivated the Dao. If he had possessed any interest in worldly power, desire, extravagance, or splendor, then whether in the Divine Land, Demon City, or the Sea of Heaven, he could have long ago lived amid a Wine Pool Meat Forest.

Yet he simply had no interest. Even if it were laid before him, he could not be bothered to give it a glance.

What one desired could be sought through sleepless nights and twisting turns, yet remain forever unattainable.

What one did not desire could be grasped with a mere stretch of the hand, as worthless as dirt and sand.

What you wanted might be what others did not want, while what you did not want was precisely what others craved.

The human world was a besieged city; immortals and mortals alike remained unchanged, and no one could escape. The heart of Heaven