Bai Yujun casually sifted through fragments of memory.
"Tut, tut, tut. So he was a second-generation cultivator. No wonder he could seize every advantage and rise above the rest."
A quick look revealed the entirety of his life. He had been born into a cultivator Lineage, possessed outstanding talent, and received the support of countless family resources. It was not merely spiritual medicine nourishing him, but also the precious inheritance of his elders' experience. In everything, he was one step ahead of those Rogue Cultivators who drifted like duckweed with no one to rely on.
This was the normal state of things. Those from humble roots needed to put in ten times the effort just to keep pace. It was so throughout the Myriad Worlds.
As for why he had entered the religious order, it was purely to become stronger.
Once one broke free of the mundane world, one would discover how realistic the world truly was. Those exquisitely wrapped rites and ceremonies were for ants to see.
Personal strength was the only hard truth. Outer trappings were merely clothes.
She skipped over vast amounts of unimportant memories and examined his experiences from the past century. Ignoring all the scheming and struggles for power, she soon found a blurry scene: someone from the Main World had descended upon the Great World's sect academy, bringing a mission.
Perhaps the person conveying the mission possessed neither high nor low cultivation. Bai Yujun only caught scattered fragments of limited information, so she sped up the flow of time and examined what he had done afterward to understand the mission's details.
A moment later, she rose again atop her cloud.
"So it was once more to harvest the faith power of believers, and to search for hidden ancient evil monsters and ferocious beings..."
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