After his conversation with Zou Zheng, Zhang Yu left this incarnation here. He naturally had confidence in his own achievements. A person without confidence could not even stabilize their own Dao, much less climb the Great Dao.
But confidence alone did not suffice; obstacles still had to be resolved.
As Zou Zheng had said, the road of seeking the Dao was inherently strewn with hardships and filled with every kind of obstruction. Resolving those obstructions was itself part of the path. Some came from oneself, others from the outside; neither could be absent. If they could be easily dissolved, then everyone would be able to climb past them. Those who attained the Dao would not be so scarce.
Yet he believed that those who opened the path before them did so precisely to make the way easier for those who came after. Only by advancing generation after generation, with ever more people attaining the Dao, could they seek to climb to ever higher realms.
This residence stood within Taiyang Academy. Since he had made no deliberate effort to conceal his whereabouts, many old acquaintances from Eastern Court Academy came to seek him out after hearing of his return.
Though these people knew that his status and identity had long changed, they had no concrete notion of how much. They often encountered cultivators from the Profound Residence in their daily lives, and some of higher standing had even met Profound Chief Wan Ming. They assumed Zhang Yu was merely a cultivator of somewhat higher status, so they did not restrain themselves much when speaking with him face-to-face. Thus, visitors came calling almost every day.
Over these past few days, Zhang Yu had also been considering something. If he truly achieved success, it was hard to say whether he would still be