Mo Hua lay in the courtyard from his childhood, beneath the shade of the Big Locust Tree, gazing at the vast and boundless sky, which seemed to hold a profound Great Dao in endless motion. Gradually, he made up his mind.
He knew he could not remain in Immortal City forever.
Immortal City was only Second-Grade. If he wished to form his Golden Core, he could only leave this patch of heaven and earth and seek broader opportunities.
But neither could he simply leave without a backward glance. That would go against his original intentions and betray his Dao Heart.
There truly were many wandering cultivators at the bottom rung who lacked knowledge, had limited understanding, possessed unenlightened temperaments, and inherited backward traditions.
But this was more the result of barren cultivation resources, closed-off cultivation environments, and scarce cultivation inheritances.
It did not mean they had been born "ignorant."
A cultivator's Spirit Root, physical body, bloodline, and birth might indeed differ from the moment they were born.
But a person's original heart was naturally equal. It was not bound by birth or talent, and inherently knew no distinctions of high or low, noble or base, superior or inferior.
This was the same whether for wandering cultivators from small places or heaven's favored talents from Great Clans and great sects.
To comprehend the Heavenly Dao, cultivate one's own Dao, and pass the Dao on to all living beings beneath heaven, carrying forward the Dao Heart.
That was what those who cultivated the Dao ought to do.
Mo Hua returned to his little study, sat at the desk where he had learned Array Techniques as a child, spread out paper, opened Jade Slips, and began earnestly planning array diagrams.
At the same time, he sorted through the vast inheritance texts he had