"Sorry to trouble you, Lord Qingbai. Could you explain it in detail?" I naturally put on an expression of boundless gratitude. The world below and the Proving-the-Dao Heaven were already as incompatible as fire and water; only by knowing ourselves and our enemies could we find a way to resolve the problem.
"Every immortal wants to rank among the celestial officials, establish the orthodox lineage of the Great Dao beneath the firmament, protect the disciples and descendants beneath that lineage, or seek eternal life and undying renown. But no matter what their thoughts may be, none can escape the control of the Heavenly Dao. You juniors who have yet to prove the Dao may not know this, but after proving the Dao, in the vast, boundless Proving-the-Dao Heaven, we have not actually accomplished anything particularly great by comparison. We can even be said to remain constrained by the Heavenly Dao and influenced by destiny. There are also many cruel aspects to it, such as fellow cultivators devouring one another, and the suffering of guarding against others." Lord Qingbai looked toward the several immortals.
"The mutual devouring of destinies and orthodox lineages is only natural. Otherwise, how could we survive in this vast Proving-the-Dao Heaven?" Aunt Sangyue replied with a cold laugh.
I had actually heard of such things before. Hadn't Yún Jiǔtiān devoured Grandmother Patriarch's orthodox lineage to protect herself in the Proving-the-Dao Heaven, only for the two of them to end up at such loggerheads?
"You wanted to escape the Heavenly Dao's constraints, yet still couldn't escape the suffering they brought. Isn't that rather contradictory?" I asked.
"Heh heh, who told you that proving the Great Dao meant escaping the Heavenly Dao's constraints? Unless everyone remains inactive, bitterly guarding one corner for ten thousand or ten million years without