Deep within his consciousness, before the Great Dao Library that seemed carved from white jade, Benjamin's consciousness sat cross-legged.
Endless void surrounded him. Only the library emitted a gentle glow, illuminating this small patch of heaven and earth.
Before Benjamin floated a book-like document, which he had just retrieved from the depths of the library. It discussed cultivation bottlenecks and the limits of comprehension.
He had seen and read quite a few such tomes in the library.
Now, he was reviewing them again to make sure there were no errors.
Opening the book-like document, Benjamin's gaze fell upon the first line.
"The difficulty of seeking the Dao lies in its rugged, winding path. People speak of limited resources, disturbances by outer demons, incomplete cultivation methods, and broken inheritances. Yet these are all external causes, not the root. The root is comprehension. Those lacking comprehension are like the blind wishing to distinguish the five colors, or the deaf wishing to hear the five tones—ultimately, it cannot be done. Even with boundless resources, supreme cultivation methods, and sages as teachers, one can only cry helplessly to the heavens."
Benjamin slowly nodded.
He understood the words here all too well.
Resources could be earned, cultivation methods could be found, masters could be sought, and outer demons could be slain.
But comprehension was something each person was born with. It could not be forced.
"There are methods in this world to improve comprehension. Yet their effects are either negligible, fleeting, or bought at a terrible price."
Benjamin now deeply understood that as well.
Methods and resources capable of improving comprehension were extremely limited, and most only provided temporary enhancement.
For example, in the Immortal Cultivation World, one could drink a pot of Dao-Enlightenment Tea, light a stick of Clear-Heart Incense, and meditate in seclusion