Could Zhao Li remain in the lead forever? He did not know. But was he afraid of being overtaken? No. To Zhao Li, being surpassed by others was no big deal. He would simply catch up again.
Along the way, he had surpassed his parents, surpassed his teachers, surpassed Gu Yuan and Hun Tiandi, and now he had surpassed countless Dou Di. He was still young. Even if there were people ahead of him, he would just chase them.
His ambitions were not limited to this much. If one feared being surpassed and hoarded what one had, how could anything develop? How could a Great World possibly be nurtured by relying on one person alone?
Zhao Li had considered similar questions long ago when he carried out his revolution in Great Li. Whether in his previous life or this one, he had always been deeply curious about the development patterns of these cultivation worlds. Why, after countless ages, had their progress remained so negligible, completely at odds with the course of historical development?
After several reforms, he had finally found several answers. One major reason was precisely the question First Emperor had raised: fear of being surpassed—or, rather, losing confidence in oneself, fearing one could no longer reach a new mountaintop, and thus hoarding what one had.
Cultivation is Like Climbing a Mountain. After painstakingly climbing to the summit of a mountain, one could take in all the scenery at a glance. But if those who came later added something to that mountain and made it a little taller, how many people could still reach the summit?
Zhao Li was not afraid. Along his journey, he had never felt the hardship of climbing, and he still had the energy to keep going. He had always known that he had not