The world was vast, and hardly anyone beyond it knew that a group of Mythologies played the game like this. They would probably seriously doubt that they were even playing the same game.
As for the benefits of founding a school and establishing a path, they were not as simple as practicing one's own ideals, spreading one's lineage, carrying it forward, and using the growth of that lineage to strengthen oneself.
Beyond that, the growth of a lineage essentially meant forging a closer connection with this minor world, allowing one to reap more from it. Indeed, if the lineage reached a certain realm, it might even be possible to replace the heart of Heaven with the hearts of men and merge with the Dao by another path.
Though this kind of merging with the Dao could not compare to a minor world's administrator privileges, it could still ensure that as long as the Primordial Chaos endured, one would not die.
Of course, unless it was necessary, no powerful being would abandon their foundation in reality. "A yin spirit that has endured ten thousand calamities can scarcely enter sainthood"; however vast this place was, it was not real in the end.
"To return in a dream to the origin of life—such attainment can only be called terrifying!"
Li Nishang said. She wore a Daoist robe, her black hair simply pinned up with a wooden branch, yet this only made her seem more otherworldly.
"This upheaval reminds me of the Heavenly Mandate Dark Bird, descending into Shang and opening the path of the sword from that day onward."
"The heavens are high, the earth is vast, and the universe is boundless—yet there are beings in this world who can directly twist the universe..."
"There is a saying in legend about reversing the