On Little Wilderness Mountain stood a thatched hut, a sect master, an immortal maiden, and a signboard.
Everyone at the foot of the mountain fell silent.
Because it had always been so, did that make it... right?
Those seven simple words seemed to possess some strange power.
Even Yun Xuan beside him was stunned.
Immortal Arts should be locked away, resources should be plundered by the strong, and the weak should be bullied...
Was all this—this way things had always been since ancient times—truly right?
Even the mountain wind seemed to still for an instant before those seven words.
The crowd fell completely silent.
A nearly bewildered shock appeared on every face.
They had been born here, raised here, accustomed to immortal light shining only upon the tower's peak, accustomed to resources being monopolized layer by layer, accustomed to being bullied for so long.
They had raged and refused to accept it, but in the end, most had chosen acceptance.
Because everyone said this was the heavenly order, this was order, this was the rule passed down from ancient times to the present.
It had always been so!
It had never changed!
Yet now, someone stood atop a barren little mountain, before a thatched hut, and asked in the calmest tone: Because it had always been so, did that make it right?
The words themselves carried a force capable of smashing through everything in its path.
Those who had stayed behind were already fewer than one in ten.
Some had nowhere else to go, some still refused to accept their fate, and some retained a faint, fragile hope for the future deep in their hearts.
At this moment, that hope was ignited. It was no longer a weak spark, but began to burn fiercely!
Free Immortal Arts... with nothing demanded