"The sword dao of those who came before towers like lofty mountains. Will you follow their path and climb step by step, or blaze a new trail and carve out a new heaven for yourself?"
The next question followed.
Since this question had come, did that mean there had been no issue with his previous answer?
That was what Ye Lin thought.
Whatever.
This question...
When Ye Lin saw the new question, he frowned.
This was practically a free point.
"The sword dao of those before us should naturally be revered, yet we cultivators should also open a new heaven."
"Take the essence of the sword dao of those before us and make up for the shortcomings of my own sword dao."
"In the end, gather the strengths of a hundred schools and forge a sword dao that belongs to myself."
"Neither arrogantly overestimate oneself nor belittle oneself without cause."
Ye Lin did not even need to think before the words spilled from his mouth.
This question was simply too easy—an outright free point.
Wasn't the path of cultivation about drawing on the cultivation methods of those who came before while comprehending one's own ideals, then walking a new path that belonged to oneself?
Every cultivator had come this way.
After all, without someone to guide them at the start, they probably would not even be able to step onto the path of cultivation.
Take the strengths of a hundred schools.
"To seek the sword dao, one must lose something—time, effort, emotions, even the possibility of other Great Daos. Have you weighed these choices? Have you ever regretted them?"
There was still no indication of right or wrong, only the next question.
"Once I have made my choice, there is nothing to weigh, and nothing to regret."
"If time and