Ye Xiu's words plunged the many cultivators into silence.
Their thoughts had never been so complicated. They had only wanted to survive the journey through the Path of Life and Death, then return to Heyang City and live in wealth and comfort without worry.
As for deeper considerations of the future, such things were truly far too distant for them.
When everyone was born, they were nothing more than ignorant children.
Stumbling as they learned and grew, until at last they came to understand their own existence and the world ahead, and different ambitions took root within their hearts, driving them into action...
Everything had its origin. Most independent cultivators in Heyang City came from poor and humble backgrounds. In the harsh environments of their past, natural disasters and human calamities never ceased. For the overwhelming majority, merely having the thought of living a little longer was already something remarkably extraordinary.
And it was precisely that simple thought which had supported them as they embarked upon the path of cultivation, chasing the so-called existence of immortals with the pure beauty of their imagination.
Many people would fall upon this path of seeking.
The immortal path was a merciless thing. The threshold stood right there: cross it, and continue fighting upward among countless millions; fail to cross it, and obediently endure all suffering below.
Such thoughts had not existed in their former lives.
Yet the tide of spiritual energy between heaven and earth had lowered every threshold.
The path of cultivation had become something one could cross into with ease. Those cultivation masters who had once commanded respect and reverence—after only three to five years of effort, they themselves had become one of them.
Their lifespans had surged, their strength had increased, and their days had suddenly become better beyond measure.