Unshakable Conviction

The station soon became a sea of flames.

Once laws and rules had completely lost their effect, cultivators without restraint were, in essence, no different from wild beasts.

The only thing that gave Daoist Qiu Yu a slight measure of peace was that these cultivators were acting purely for wealth. Unless matters reached the worst possible point, they would not deliberately set out to kill.

That was not hard to understand.

No one intended to loot the place and then burn it clean in one go. They still had to roam the world in the future, and had to leave themselves at least a shred of dignity.

Searching for and seizing Spirit Grain had a just cause. Killing people to silence them out of greed for wealth, however, was utterly the conduct of demonic cultivators.

In the past, cultivators from the great sects would not have cared about such matters.

At worst, they would put in the effort to clean things up. With absolute control backed by force, they could simply send wave after wave of people below to clear the mess.

Even so-called history could be altered. What did a little disturbance in some border town amount to?

But times were different now.

Under the tide of spiritual energy, the barrier between cultivators and mortals had been broken. Those wild immortals of legend had once been a joke, but now it was entirely possible for some extraordinarily gifted cultivator to spend more than a decade cultivating in a resource-rich blessed land, then emerge one day and stun the world.

Who knew how much trouble making things absolute today would leave for the future?

What cultivators hated most was an uncontrollable future.

This was, to some extent, one of cultivators' greatest contradictions.

Their cultivation itself defied the fate imposed by