At the edge of the Southern Heaven Domain,
Somewhere high in the sky,
Gu Wanchun took Mo Xuan with him as they transformed into a streak of light, skimming across the Nine Heavens.
"Is this the Southern Heaven Domain? The Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth seems at least two or three parts poorer than elsewhere. Besides, the Martial Dao cultivation world here seems rather feeble. Can a place like this truly produce someone reputed to be the number one of the Eastern Continent's younger generation?"
After a long journey, the black-clad youth Mo Xuan had originally been in high spirits upon entering the Southern Heaven Domain and seeing that they were about to reach their destination. But after carefully sensing the "barren" Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth, as well as the frail cities of the many Mortals below,
the various signs of backward Martial Dao made him unable to keep the doubt from rising in his eyes.
"As the saying goes, heroes are not judged by their origins. Someone born in a poor place may not necessarily achieve less in the future."
Gu Wanchun stood with his hands behind his back, gazing beyond heaven and earth as he spoke calmly.
"You're right, Senior Brother. Someone with a poor background may indeed achieve no less in the future than a Martial Artist born into better circumstances."
"But the problem is, if one's origins are too humble, a Martial Artist raised in a harsh environment will certainly start later than those who grew up in more favorable surroundings."
Mo Xuan spread his hands and shrugged.
He could not really be said to discriminate against Martial Artists from remote places.
The Ninety-Nine Prefectures of the world contained countless geniuses.
Some people might find themselves trapped in dire straits for a time