The longevity they sought, the deathlessness they sought, the Great Dao they sought—all differed in countless ways. Yet cultivation required one's Dao Heart to be still within oneself before one could see the road ahead.
For most cultivators, cultivation was like the sea, with storms ever churning on all sides.
The peace and quiet they sought stood in stark contrast to the turmoil of the mortal world. Some cultivators deliberately avoided such worldly places, retreating deep into mountains and ancient forests to cultivate in seclusion.
It was precisely because the Red Dust Qi was too chaotic, too restless.
There was no need, however, to delve too deeply into such profound mysteries.
Qingxuan said, "So that was how it was."
"It was often said that ordinary people rushed about their whole lives for a few scraps of silver, seeking only to live their days in peace. Even upon the Immortal Path, what one sought was merely for the storms from without to come a little less frequently."
Indeed, when Heaven entrusted a great duty to a person, it would first temper his will through suffering.
Yet among tens of thousands, only one Heaven's Pride might emerge.
And among the vast majority attending this Dao Debate Assembly, aside from those peerless geniuses and monstrous prodigies known throughout the world, a great many were in fact rogue cultivators.
Qingxuan looked over and vaguely understood why this junior brother had spoken so.
"Junior Brother, since this is a Dao Debate Assembly and we have nothing pressing at present, although I do not wish to debate the Dao with you today, I do have a curious heart. I wish to glimpse your Great Dao."
"If this is presumptuous, I ask that Junior Brother forgive me."
Qingxuan suddenly said this.
This was also after the many