After the three cultivators surnamed Fu withdrew, none of them had the heart to say much. Each returned to consolidate their cultivation.
Only the cultivator surnamed Hua seemed somewhat resistant to the gains from this journey. Still, he was no fool—when benefits were placed before him, he naturally had to seize them. Thus, he too hurried back.
After returning to his residence, the cultivator surnamed Fu sat in meditation for an entire night. The more he thought on it, the more he felt that the changing opportunities within the Dao were the true path forward for his cultivation.
What Origin Xia had always instilled in them was this: once we destroyed all myriad ages and wiped out every flaw, I would naturally lead you all to reap the fruits and share in the ultimate Dao.
Yet he knew very well that these were merely fine words. Would Origin Xia truly share the ultimate Dao with them? If they could truly do that, why would there still be any distinction between master and subordinate?
But they had no choice but to convince themselves that Origin Xia would honor its promise. This was because Origin Xia possessed Calamity-Avoiding Pills and held their lives and deaths in its grasp. What could they do even if they did not believe?
Thus, their hearts had long been filled with contradiction. Nor did they have any other road to take. Yet after seeing the Dao methods Zhang Yu had displayed for them, along with certain other things, they had vaguely glimpsed the scene on Celestial Xia's side.
After a night of meditation and reflection, he had reexamined himself. Deep within his heart, he found himself growing even more repulsed by Origin Xia, while a faint yearning for Celestial Xia arose.
But though a sense of agreement