Cultivation required a deep foundation of inherited traditions, but those traditions could also be severed for all manner of reasons. For instance, some special techniques required people with special constitutions to inherit them perfectly, yet their descendants happened to lack such constitutions. Some techniques required fortuitous opportunities, yet the younger generation happened to lack those opportunities.
As time passed, each generation falling short of the last was the norm. Not even the Ancient Foreign Race could escape it.
The True Phoenix Clan's greatest strength in embracing all rivers was that they always had fresh blood flowing in. When the east was not bright, the west was; whether their predecessors' inheritances could be perfectly passed down was beside the point. What mattered was that every generation brought forth new bright spots, supplementing, stimulating, and inspiring one another. Thus, the True Phoenix Clan only grew stronger and stronger.
Thus, Cultivators from across the world gathered here, all yearning to join this great household.
Yet how could dreams be so easily fulfilled?
How could one enter the True Phoenix Clan simply because one wished to?
Today, countless people focused their attention beneath the Recruitment Pavilion, hoping for a chance to join the great household of the True Phoenix Clan. But how many truly had that chance?
A bamboo curtain hung before the gate, seeming so light that a slightly stronger gust could blow it away.
Yet to those on the Cultivation Way, this curtain weighed as heavily as Mount Tai.
Anyone below the Dao Fruit Realm could forget about lifting it.
Thus, the Dao Fruit Realm was the minimum cultivation level for entering the True Phoenix Clan.
Without reaching this realm, even wanting to become one of their Outer Disciples was the dream of a fool.
Of course, there were exceptions. If one's