It was said that Chess Players sat high above the clouds, watching the Mortal World rise and fall, calmly observing the turning of human affairs, like immortals amidst the clouds.
It sounded wonderful, but in the Profound Heaven Mirror's eyes, speaking plainly, was it that every person who had stepped onto the path of seeking the Dao did not wish to cultivate in peace? Did they not wish to break through the road ahead?
It was not so.
The Profound Heaven Dao Sect was doing fairly well, but some other Immortal Sects had waited tens of thousands of years. Some people's Dao had faintly begun to twist.
It was unknown whether they themselves had noticed.
The Profound Heaven Mirror did not care about the others.
It reflected the Heavenly Secrets, and likewise reflected vitality, but the vitality ahead on the Dao had to be sought by oneself.
Every Immortal Path Supreme Treasure had an exceedingly ancient origin.
At the very least, the current Chief of the Profound Heaven Dao Sect was still a junior of those days in their eyes.
Being able to cultivate with a direction still ahead during Dao-seeking cultivation, being able to continue cultivating, was a kind of fortune.
And the Profound Heaven Mirror understood the Nine Heavens and Mystic Nether. It also knew that every Great Realm and every millennium-long Great Era was merely the emergence of a deduction.
If given a choice, then any chess game, any mortal affairs, any Daoist Lineage, would be less important than one's own Dao to those standing beside the board.
If possible, they would be willing to sit within their own cultivation towers and cross the Cultivation Sea wholeheartedly, ignoring the myriad great affairs and fleeting mortal world behind them.
But that was only a hypothesis.
A chess game