Cangwu fell silent. His gaze rested on the many cultivators kneeling on the ground, and countless thoughts churned through his heart.
After discovering that "all beings were greedy," he looked again at these cultivators and found that they did not seem quite so detestable anymore.
At the end of the day, they were merely one kind of existence between Heaven and Earth.
From a certain perspective, every one of them was a genius who had carved out a "path" from Heaven and Earth.
Among the countless billions of living beings in the world, very few could become cultivators.
And after becoming cultivators, those who reached the Dao Integration Realm and Dao Realm were fewer still.
The hopes of countless people had already gathered upon them!
Perhaps they were good hopes, perhaps bad ones, but that was the truth.
But because of that, should he grant them opportunities?
Cangwu frowned.
Some among them had hearts deserving of execution. He truly did not wish to give them anything.
Yet some of them pleased his eye greatly. If he had to grant opportunities to some people, he was willing to grant them to those people.
But everyone before him was gathered here. If he gave opportunities to one group but not another, would he not instead bring calamity upon those who should have received good fortune?
Was he giving them benefits, or harming them?
For a moment, Cangwu considered many things.
But in one respect, he had already broken free of his own "likes and dislikes" toward these people and entered a higher level of thought.
The people begging Cangwu to bestow opportunities upon them, however, knew nothing of his thoughts.
They knelt on the ground and waited silently.
But this time, Cangwu's contemplation was clearly very long—so long that those kneeling on