The desire for power was rooted in the human heart and could not be cured.
Class nature, perhaps, was simply human nature.
All people, as long as they had the slightest chance, would climb upward, seizing more cultivation resources, obtaining greater strength, and controlling greater power, using it to enslave others, oppress others, and stand above others, gaining class satisfaction and pleasure from it.
Here in the Wilderness, this was especially clear.
Mo Hua's eyes were deep as he sank into thought.
"Sir," Danzhu asked when he saw that Mo Hua's expression was unusual, "do we need to send troops to conquer this small mountain realm?"
Mo Hua was silent for a moment, then shook his head. "No need. This place was once the God Lord's preaching ground. It is only that some people have strayed from the God Lord's 'instructions.'"
Chi Feng and the others looked at one another.
Mo Hua instructed, "Wait here for a while. I will go see what is happening."
Danzhu thought for a moment, then nodded. "All right, Sir."
Danzhu's group of five or six hundred people then set up camp in a small valley nearby.
Mo Hua, meanwhile, entered the Wucha Mountain Realm alone.
After entering the mountain realm, Mo Hua activated the Concealment Technique. His figure turned invisible, and he walked across the land of the Wilderness.
Though there was no Famine Disaster, the people's livelihood had withered. Most of the present conditions that met his eyes had gone against his wishes.
Wucha had not kept his exhortations in mind.
His teachings to the human heart had likewise ended in failure.
The human heart was perilous; the Dao Heart was subtle.
Under admonition, the human heart might be "kind" for a time, but so long as there was the slightest laxity, it