Meanwhile.
After Wenren Sheng dealt with Guang Chengzi's junior brother, Taiyi Zhenren, he could not be bothered with those fools anymore.
Did they really think that, as disciples of Jade Void, they could lord it over everyone just because the Great Dao opened the way across the world?
There was no such good thing in reality.
Whoever stood above others was bound to fail.
Look at those who succeeded—who had not patiently lowered their heads and willingly worked in the mud? And who among those lofty, self-important people had not made a complete mess of things? There had never been an exception, from ancient times to the present.
From Xiang Yu to modern warfare, it was always the same.
Spreading the Dao was spreading the Dao.
If you wanted to spread it, then spread it. If you did not, then do not.
No one owed them anything.
If you wanted others to seek the Dao, then tell them what was good about it.
Whoever wanted to seek it could lower their head.
Do not play that game on his territory where you clearly wanted to spread the Dao, yet still demanded that others kneel and beg you for it.
One word: pretentious.
And that was precisely how the later Journey to the West went.
That was also why so many people loathed the Buddhist sect.
They clearly wanted to spread scriptures to the Eastern Lands, yet they insisted on concocting a series of schemes to intimidate the emperor into coming to beg them on his own initiative.
If they wanted to go, then let them go.
In any case, they were never destined to belong to the future of the river of history.
A bunch of laughable fools.
Wenren Sheng shook his head as he thought.
Did he not know