The affairs of the world and the hearts of men were boundless and endless.
For some reason, Yu Ci thought of that concept again. And one by one, many questions corresponding to it became clear to him; he thought them through.
He knew the line was long, the waters deep. Those "great figures" towering into the clouds were not easily touched. They hid deep within layer upon layer of sects like seas of clouds, their outer connections dense as spiderwebs, reaching into every facet of worldly affairs and human hearts. Though they were not as direct as deity lords, obstacles still stood everywhere. Only truly formidable experts could ignore all that.
More importantly, worldly affairs and human hearts had an excellent amplifying effect. Those "great figures" need only cough or let out a loud fart to shake the world—effortless and efficient, something others could only envy.
Yu Ci could not do that. He did not possess such a network of worldly affairs and human hearts—or rather, its scale was far too small. Whenever he spoke out, it remained exactly as it was, with little spreading effect.
For a time earlier, the title "Shangqing Later Sage" had been like a rising river tide, washing over many obstacles and seemingly forming a similar network. Yet as the "tide" receded, some people could not resist stepping out to test the waters and probe the bottom line.
Perhaps when those people first conceived the idea, they did not know that such actions had struck precisely at Yu Ci's weak point.
People believed there was a Later Sage—but was there truly a Later Sage?
Yu Ci knew this best. The title "Later Sage" had been built up layer by layer by those people who "watched and cheered." Perhaps for a short while, even they themselves