Yet the more Wen Xu listened, the more astonished he became. No wonder he looked like that—his master had only recently discussed the Dao with him, and he himself had not the faintest clue what path he would cultivate in the future. And yet... Chunchou had found his own as early as Foundation Establishment.
"Wen Xu-Xu, what's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"
"No, no, no. Give me a moment." Wen Xu reached out and pushed Chunchou's inquisitive head a little farther away. "Did you just say that, in the depths of the sea, you found the Dao you would cultivate in the future?"
Bian Chunchou nodded obediently. "What's wrong?"
Wen Xu hesitated for a moment, unsure how to phrase it. After thinking for a long while, he said, "Could you describe it in more detail?"
"Sure. I was thinking, my Spiritual Root is too unusual. In the long run, it definitely needs to stay balanced. But then I thought, water and fire aren't necessarily incompatible, so why must they be balanced? At the time, I just..."
So the path one should take began with one's own actual circumstances?
Wen Xu searched his heart. What shape was the wind? It had no shape—unrestrained and unfettered, free and carefree, wild and wanton. None of those words suited him. The resemblance between him and the wind could be described as... utterly unrelated.
So from the very beginning, he had never considered things like the Carefree Dao or the Heartfollow Dao. He had also looked into some of the mainstream paths of cultivation, such as the Path of Justice and the Path of Guardianship, but none of them seemed to interest him much.
"Wen Xu-Xu? Wen Xu-Xu? What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"
Wen Xu shook his head. "No. It's just that