The Foolish Old Man and the Wise Old Man

Hanyu slowly lowered his hand without thinking, utterly dejected.

Couldn't they have put eighteen thousand Yanluo Hall cultivators in the trial grounds?

Then he wouldn't have hesitated for a second before digging up a mountain.

Even hesitating for a moment would be disrespectful to himself.

The Foolish Old Man's two remarks had struck right at the thought that had first tormented him.

Cultivators could destroy heaven and earth, move mountains and fill seas at the drop of a hat. How could he possibly be expected to worry about something like this?

He couldn't be blamed for collateral damage.

Besides, there were probably only a hundred people here. In the Central Continent, he could save a hundred or even a thousand times that number.

And yet, he still couldn't bring himself to do it.

It wasn't for any other reason. He simply couldn't do it with a clear conscience.

He stood dazed at the foot of the mountain. He didn't know how long he stayed there; the trial grounds didn't seem to have day or night.

When the Foolish Old Man returned, he was clearly much kinder than before.

"The Taihang and Wangwu Mountains are, in truth, the two great mountains that lie across the hearts of cultivators who practice the Earth Supernatural Power."

Whether one treated life with indifference or measured it by its worth, both were great taboos of the earth element.

To break through with the earth element, one needed both empathy and the capacity to embrace all things.

"That's hard for a cultivator to do."

Hanyu furrowed his brow and complained bitterly.

The Foolish Old Man chuckled. "That's why breaking through is hardest for those who practice the Earth Supernatural Power. The earth element is especially unusual."

Hanyu's face darkened. His Earth Supernatural Power came from Tu