In the Daoist temple, Dongfang Nishang stood at the crossroads of reason, explaining what she called the truth to her two disciples. She did not care whether either of them understood.
In her eyes, both women had gone to extremes. They seemed to have a point, but in truth, they did not.
Donghuang Shuyu had long since cast the Dao Scripture from her mind, forgetting even the roots of Daoism and the principle that the Dao followed nature.
Perhaps neither Donghuang Shuyu nor Dantai Xiaoxue could see anything beyond cultivation and the men they each loved.
Where was there room for the Way of Heaven and Earth?
Even back when Donghuang Shuyu had studied the principles of Daoism under her master, her ambitions had never reached high. She had only come to study on Kunlun Mountain because she did not want to be constrained by her father and elder brother.
But as the years passed, after Bai Yijun of the Heavenly Saint Sect had rescued her on the Heavenly Road, only that man remained in her heart.
At some point, she had forgotten just how profound her master's teachings were.
After every discussion of the Dao, she would only privately marvel at her senior brother's cultivation, sometimes even feeling ashamed of her own shortcomings.
She did not realize that, without noticing, she had forgotten the principles her master had taught her.
Much less could Donghuang Shuyu or Dantai Xiaoxue comprehend Wang Xian's Dao.
Even a peerless expert like Dongfang Nishang was separated from it by a chasm as vast as Heaven and Earth.
Unfortunately, Donghuang Shuyu no longer remembered a single principle from the Dao Scripture. She could not recall even one word.
Or rather, ever since she had come to Kunlun Mountain, she had never seriously pondered the principles