Opening his eyes again, he walked over and sat down, his gaze distant as he spoke in a low voice:
"Sect Master, I've been stuck at the peak of the Mahayana Realm for several thousand years. No matter how I cultivate, I can never sense the bottleneck to breaking through. The power of laws ebbs and flows. It seems my talent only allows me to reach this point."
"But I am unwilling to accept this! Is not immortality and treading the Great Dao for eternity what we cultivators seek all our lives? Forget ascending—why can I not even break through to Tribulation Transcendence?"
"Outsiders all say this seat is as pure and bright as the moon and breeze, that a single melody from my flute can shatter ten thousand techniques. But... who could know the pain hidden behind it?"
"So I searched through ancient texts. It was said that those who ascended through the Great Dao bore Merit and were nourished by the aura of heaven and earth's incense. But where could there be Merit in the Immortal Cultivation Realm? There was only endless Karmic Power and Karma."
"I found the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion. He said that I was fated to face a tribulation. If I crossed it, ascension would be within reach; if I failed, my soul would scatter."
"Thus, I followed the guidance and went to the Mortal Realm, hoping to find an opportunity for breakthrough. At that time, the world was suffering a great drought, and misery filled the land. Since I had gone there, I could not simply stand by and watch. But... cultivators who went to the Mortal Realm would naturally be rejected by the Heavenly Dao. There was little this seat could do, and I could only save a few