"Luck."
Ye Lin answered with absolute certainty.
In the struggle of a great era, what was contested was luck—what was contested was fate.
If one's luck was insufficient and one's fate poor, then no matter how heaven-defying one's cultivation and talent were, one would never reach that level.
Those who could reach that level were without exception blessed with luck, talent, strength, and brilliance.
"It seems you see things very clearly, little friend."
"You are right. What is contested is precisely this luck."
"You have only just arrived in the Second Region. You are like rootless grass, with nothing to rely upon."
"You are like lone ghosts without physical bodies, able only to drift about everywhere. But you are different. You killed Yun Xuan and inherited half of Yun Xuan's sword-dao luck. You can be said to have finally gained a firm foothold."
"However, you are you, and your friends are your friends. Their current state is still like rootless grass."
"And the Second Region's rejection of you is immense. If you wish to truly gain a firm foothold, this is your opportunity."
"As long as you help those Crimson Wasteland prodigies resist the sea race, they will naturally gain recognition. When luck gathers upon them, there will only be benefits and no drawbacks."
"I hope you will consider it carefully."
The old man merely smiled faintly as he began analyzing the pros and cons for Ye Lin.
Ye Lin understood now.
After all that talking, openly and indirectly, he was simply telling him that this was an opportunity. As long as they took the lead in resisting the sea race—
Their status would undergo an enormous change, and the living beings of the Crimson Wasteland would acknowledge them.
It was that simple.
As for rootless grass, luck, and all