True Colors

Gao Xian had long guessed that the situation of the coastal human race was grim; he had known as much from Taiji Sword Palace.

Those sword cultivators who loved fighting most had chosen to yield before the North Sea's aggressively advancing Demon Race. The reality was that the Nine Provinces faced demons pouring in from every direction and lacked the strength to fight on two fronts.

Generally speaking, the sea demons would not remain on land for long. With the Heaven-Human Covenant in place as well, the major sects had all chosen to tolerate the sea demons.

For the sects, this was a response strategy adopted after weighing the pros and cons.

Gao Xian could understand such strategies. A sect was a vast organization, and for it to operate effectively, order and stability had to be maintained—and that required unified thinking.

Even someone as powerful as a Dao Venerable could order a sect to do something, yet had no way to forcibly unify everyone's thoughts. Every cultivator had their own ideas and interests.

Individual interests and sect interests could never align completely; one could only seek the greatest common ground. Once those two interests came into serious conflict, problems would arise. This was what was known as the human heart.

If a Dao Venerable wished to preserve the sect's inheritance, they could not act against the human heart.

Just as Wuji Sword Venerable wanted to respond forcefully to the North Sea demons, she could not ignore the thoughts of all those Spirit Transformation and Nascent Soul cultivators. She could only enter seclusion and leave these rotten affairs alone for the time being.

What Gao Xian feared most, in truth, were such complicated matters. Right and wrong, black and white, were difficult to judge.

When all was said and done, everyone