Hatred Never Disappears, It Only Passes from One to Another

"The anger has risen."

When Ye Xiu received Huai Jin True Person in Heyang City—after Huai Jin had returned to the sect after seeing off his direct disciple, then rushed here without stopping—the man's first words bluntly pointed out the current situation.

"Isn't that perfectly normal?"

Ye Xiu rolled his eyes.

He had long since given up all hope for the values of this world's cultivators.

Perhaps that first generation of cultivators had single-mindedly pursued the Great Dao, but those beneath them had seized the opportunity to monopolize that road to the heavens.

And what were the consequences of monopoly?

Ye Xiu understood that far more clearly than these people of the cultivation world.

After all, on Blue Star, because of the internet, information traveled who knew how many times faster than it did here.

Only when human civilization, advancing by leaps and bounds in an age of information explosion, looked back upon the pace of progress over the previous several thousand years—and the vast sea of regrets left behind—could one truly understand this.

From the budding of civilization on Blue Star, through the so-called rule of divine authority, how long had that development taken? And how many layers of separation and attitudes had emerged in the end?

Applied to the cultivation world, which placed even greater emphasis on differences between individuals, one could imagine that such attitudes would only be even more intense.

"Back then, his attitude truly wasn't wrong."

After hearing Ye Xiu's assessment of these matters, Huai Jin True Person's face inexplicably gained a trace of desolation.

"The power of great cultivators truly cannot be resisted. Can you imagine it? A difference of millions upon millions in numbers..."

Sensing a note of reminiscence in Huai Jin True Person's voice, Ye Xiu cut him off directly.

"There has