East Sea Cultivators, Shifting Tides

Yet that did not prevent a flicker of stunned disbelief from passing through their hearts when they saw the phenomenon in the heavens.

"Such a grand move—the sect is taking this seriously."

Since the sect behind them was taking it seriously, this mission was certainly not as simple as they had imagined.

But a moment later, some of the prodigies who had seen it dismissed that thought.

On the path of cultivation, the greatest taboo was hesitation—wanting both.

One could not be too greedy.

Having chosen one opportunity while keeping one's eyes on another would, nine times out of ten, end with an empty basket after drawing water. Though perhaps, in that remaining one chance, one could obtain both.

But the path of cultivation valued contention, and it also valued knowing what to give up.

Wanting everything and craving everything would instead leave one's state of mind easily unsettled, allowing inner demons and tribulations of the heart to exploit the opening.

After all, Immortal Path cultivators cultivated both life and nature, Dharma and technique, spirit and heart—all of them had to be cultivated together.

"I wonder what exactly is over there."

Someone gazed toward that region of the West Sea and could not help muttering.

Heavenly calculations were obscure and unclear, while those pitch-black ink clouds pressing down overhead gave off immense pressure, making people afraid to approach rashly.

But even knowing it was a supreme treasure, before long, what they had heard was quickly forgotten within their sea of consciousness.

"A barrier of knowledge and perception. This divine ability should come from the Ancient Gate lineage."

"What place could possibly compare to reincarnation?"

Compared with the guesses of the young geniuses in the West Sea.

Over in the East Sea, quite a few people knew about the disturbance that