"However, the forces within these Dao lineages stationed in the capital are truly terrifying."
"Places guarding confidential documents or certain information are all watched over by Divine Soul Realm cultivators."
"Methods that work against small families and Dao lineage families will be hard to use effectively."
"I'll have to try some other approach."
A glint of thought flickered in his eyes. "Let's see if I can lure the tiger away from the mountain."
The School of Diplomacy's base in the capital was an academy.
This was a place for academic exchange.
No matter their school or sect, anyone could discuss matters here, or challenge the School of Diplomacy's doctrines.
This was a way to refine a doctrine—drawing on others' strengths to make up for one's own weaknesses, continually uncovering the flaws in one's own teachings.
The more perfect a doctrine became, the more one followed its contents, and the more one's own logic of behavior formed a closed loop.
Such a closed loop could effectively prevent one from falling into Aberrant Contamination, while also reducing the chance of violating precepts.
The more one cultivated, the more precepts one had to obey.
The doctrines of every school and sect had all developed from the precepts they needed to observe.
They were bodies of knowledge distilled from what could be done, what could not be done, and what had to be done.
Only those who could perfectly put their doctrine into practice would avoid Aberration from violating precepts.
But humans always clung to luck. Human emotions were ever-changing, and the heart was beyond control. Those who could truly weave such teachings into their very bones were fewer than few.
Thus, those who adhered to their doctrinal systems and cultivated to the highest realms were ultimately a minority.
Most cultivators would gradually walk