"As I said before, there could be countless reasons when reasoning forward, but when reasoning backward, there was only one straight line."
An Dongcheng wore a smile.
"Think about it, Senior Brother Qin. These people cared so deeply about the cultivation of their descendants—why?"
Qin Ming fell into thought at those words.
For these cultivators, what they valued most was the very foundation of their descendants' cultivation. The reason lay in the regret that they themselves could no longer continue down the path of Dao.
And what was cultivation for?
Was it power that could summon clouds with one hand and rain with the other, or a lifespan that endured through the ages?
"At their core, these people simply didn't want their descendants to become failures like themselves."
Having once been one of them, An Dongcheng casually voiced the deepest conclusion he had drawn from years of observation.
"If the cultivators of our parents' generation had no access to cultivation at all before they were twenty or thirty..."
At that time, the tide of spiritual energy had not yet begun. The vast majority of mortals had desperately sought the path of cultivation, only to find no way onto it.
Not to mention those born in rural backwaters—even princes, nobles, and aristocrats within mortal dynasties had to pay a tremendous price and possess extraordinary luck just to cross the threshold of cultivation.
Immortals stood beyond the mortal world.
That had been the consensus of most people under those circumstances.
One could imagine how overjoyed those people must have been when, after the spiritual energy tide arrived, they awoke one day to find themselves stepping onto the cultivation path they had dreamed of.
"They witnessed the changes of the age."
"They saw a brand-new world, a hundred times, a thousand times,