"Leaves fell without roots; the Dao moved with the heart."
Yuan Chengsi looked toward the fallen leaves drifting through the Four Emptiness Realm, standing with his hands behind his back and smiling faintly. "Though these four vast Immortal Domains are peaceful, beyond mountain after mountain lies an even broader world. How could our cult forever remain indebted to the Dao Ancestor's goodwill, living beneath his wings?"
"Gu Lisheng!" Chen Xun's gaze flashed like lightning as he ground his teeth and spoke in a low voice. "Cult Master, can that eternal righteousness truly not be cast aside? Your orthodoxy was destroyed because of it. Rebirth has not come easily for you now."
"Dao, Chen Xun, this has nothing to do with the prince." A trace of imperceptible surprise flickered in Yuan Chengsi's eyes. He could not understand where Chen Xun's emotions had come from; they had never crossed paths before.
This was only their first formal meeting...
"Cult Master, cultivating immortality means cultivating one's own heart. Fighting and killing, upholding justice for the world—those are not the duties of cultivators like us. If the Fushi Cult settled here for a million years, it would surely astonish the world in one stroke. What place in the Outer Immortal Land would then be beyond our reach?"
Before his words had faded, a withered yellow leaf slowly passed before Chen Xun's eyes. "There, countless nations fought for supremacy, myriad races waged campaigns, and innumerable Innate Beings of peerless talent from the Immortal Realm fought for immortality in that land. Cult Master, could you not go?"
"Precisely because of that, we must go."
A trace of puzzlement showed within Yuan Chengsi's resolute gaze. "Chen Xun, if you already know the immortal history of our Fushi Cult, then you should know that we would never steal