No Progress in Cultivation

"You and I have only just arrived. Our cultivation is no more than that of Human Immortals. In their eyes, we are mere ants they can crush at will. What respect could there be?

"For us to remain here and be given a cave dwelling to settle in is already the greatest opportunity our master has granted us out of respect for the Saint."

He looked at Jiang Ziya, his gaze serious and calm.

"Senior martial brother, you must understand—harmony among the Human Race exists because their experiences are different. When the Human Race was weak, they could only become strong by huddling together for warmth.

"But the schemes among immortals and gods arise from strength, from the need to fight for a sliver of survival. The two do not exist on the same level."

"Rumors and legends are merely scenes seen through the eyes of others.

"Only when you personally set foot in this Prehistoric Era will you understand that so-called 'Saintly compassion' is merely the compassion of those standing above all living beings, looking down upon ants.

"And so-called 'harmony among immortal sects' is nothing more than a disguise worn when there is no conflict of interest."

Jiang Ziya listened in a daze, speechless for a long while. The Immortal Mountain built from legends in his heart collapsed with a crash, replaced by both bewilderment and clarity toward the cruel truth of the Prehistoric Era.

After a long while, he slowly nodded, his voice carrying a trace of heavy relief.

"...Junior Martial Brother, you are right. I was too naive."

Shen Gongbao nodded slightly, rose to his feet, and patted his shoulder. His gaze turned toward the endless Kunlun Mountains beyond the cave dwelling, a glint of coldness flashing through his eyes.

"Since we are here, we must