Not having a single Innate Supreme Treasure was the greatest pain in Yang Mei's heart.
What stung him even more was that Hongjun had three!
Some died of drought, while others drowned in floods!
Of course, Yang Mei knew that, to the Heavenly Dao, he was only a foster son—if he even qualified as that. He might just be a beast of burden working for it.
But Hongjun?
The treatment, the resources—he was a favored son through and through!
Yang Mei had grown used to it. He had accepted it, too. Well, he had to accept it whether he liked it or not. An arm could not twist a thigh!
At least he had attained the Dao now.
Before his attainment, Yang Mei had wanted nothing but to attain the Dao, no matter the cost. He had not had room to think about all this.
It went to show that desire knew no end.
That held true even for Sages, even for Dao Attainers.
Yang Mei, for instance, had once cared only about attaining the Dao. For its sake, he had even been willing to surrender his freedom and bind himself completely to the Primordial World.
Now that he had attained the Dao, he wanted an Innate Supreme Treasure. He wanted to ask the Heavenly Dao for a Fragment of the Jade Plate of Creation. He wanted to comprehend and master the Time Great Dao.
An Immortal was a person of the mountains, but still a person.
In "Immortal person," Immortal came first and person came second. Still a person.
In "Sage," sagehood came first, but the person remained. Still a person.
Their fundamental nature had not changed.
The notion that Sages had no wants or desires was utter nonsense. No complete person could truly be without them.
Something without