A dharma assembly was a means for cultivators to socialize.
For high-level cultivators, it was an opportunity to display their might.
Cultivators who had just emerged from seclusion after making a breakthrough in cultivation would speak at the dharma assembly about their insights. Such insights would not touch upon the fundamental Great Dao they cultivated, nor would they involve specific methods or techniques, lest others discern their weaknesses. But those high-level cultivators would explain their views on power, displaying their strength through subtle means.
For low-level cultivators, such teachings were also something beyond their reach.
On the other hand, this was also one of the few "frank" exchanges among Ancient Method Cultivators, so some lower-level cultivators would come as well.
For those relatively low-level cultivators, a dharma assembly became an excellent place to form cliques and factions.
Who knew how many secret agreements had been born at dharma assemblies? Who knew how many interests had changed hands there?
Guan Wuji looked upon his own dharma assembly and felt the air of the mortal world rushing straight at his face.
In the past, he had especially enjoyed dharma assemblies. When he was weaker, he enjoyed listening to the insights of high-level cultivators. Once he himself became the central figure, he enjoyed looking down from above, detached from worldly affairs, watching the many cultivators expose their ugly sides at his dharma assembly and savoring that lofty state of mind, transcending the dust of the mortal world.
—When immortals sever karma and transcend the mortal world, was this perhaps the state of mind they meant?
But this time, when he looked upon the dharma assembly, his eyes held only disgust.
He saw these people as ants. How did Lord of the Shattered Heavens Path, Holy Emperor, see him? Did he see him as